Knowing Is Silly

If dust could age it would be dirt And dirt becomes us in ways we are so dirty If our minds could grow would it burst? It would be called mind-burst a quaint little idea Introverted thought Comes inverted Little should we know when to paddle our own way Struck by lightning thoughts of the ages Look beyond the meadow or through the window A blank stare goes no where So comes dirt again it lays flat anywhere It covers or soils you I do not think it ages in ways that we know So we carbon date it so we know Dirt can grow become mountains I was told The little mind-burst is a dirty I idea That comes and goes when ever Introverted thought is what people may say Inverted thought is soil that can decay So have fun with the ages Older than dirt or Bluer than the sky Is all we need to say is hello and good bye!