Minds Lost Are Minds Found

I’m losing my mind in a hurry! Maybe, maybe, losing the mind is letting it find itself or maybe, i'm just crazy I keep running with anticipation, with heart open and judgment closed [I discover most superbly this way] Foolishly Dropping it, hoping that it’ll pick up something useful On sidewalks, books, table-top salty discussions, Sometimes in filth letting it pervade the crevices And when I tidy it, sometimes It doesn’t all come out, but I try my best Ever so often, after a new dish soap and scrubbing gloves it comes out cleaner then it ever was, With spicy remains of the crude yet true substances Chunks fall out where the glue of stability erodes I know that I am fond of it this way So I can put them back together With my own fingers Organized C H A O S Instead of the media’s, my peers, my parents, piloting The pivotal pieces I let them descend tenderly into location In my own decimal code I constitute the regulations here This belongs to me, my only Safe place It doesn’t matter to me if life doesn’t flow If it’s jagged or slow, here I don’t care If insanity is the real sanity Or that distinctive is incorrect This is my society and I shape it as I please Seeing as it only affects me As long as my mind is In flurries of expansion I don’t really care if it’s lost at all