My Mind

I wouldn’t mind my mind, If I could get out of it for a while. Just get away, and leave it all behind. This would be my idea, and I think it would be fine. I’d go to the shores of a sunny peak, Or into a valley with gold paved streets. I’d find a peaceful flock of people who, Love the wind, the songs, the truth. I’ve never witnessed ice cold melt, In a kettle of surreal anthropopathy, Or victoriously unraveled a stone, Through extreme heat’s immense intensity. Although my mind’s time is coming, If it were now, I’d walk before I crawl, Or be one step faster, than tall. So what’s my chance, to be a gamer at a dance? No, I would steal the show. I must trust, that I’ll break down and cry, before I bust. But what about Mickey, Mack, Mike and Jack? Do they too get to play a round of hacky sac? Leave it to them to lastly change their minds, While I take some time to unwind. I’d better leave a letter saying, “I’m dying!” No, hang in, hang out, I’ll be fine. I’m proud of it, and won’t sit, But stand as a man, doing all I can, Being stood by the ultimate Man, Of the eternal plan, whom I can and will meet again.