Mind

What is it that goes into a poet's mind? Well, I'll tell you, its deep man, I mean it's really deep It's so deep that when we write we write deep The thoughts we think we think deep And yet, within in a split second- a *Spark- something switches Something ignites; thoughts burn our brains The cinders inside us burn our cylinders Thinking thoughts over and over, and over and over Thinking facts, thinking fiction, thinking the unimaginable and the imaginable, the what ifs, and the what if nots We think what we think is thinkably unthinkable We make sense out of the unsensible We go out there, and man, we go way out there We go to the limits, to space, to the place To the place where all poets go To the place where anything can happen or unhappen To our own little worlds To our world's, where we can even make horses of a different color' real Mind you, what goes into a poet's mind Mind goes into it, man Mind