The Mind
The mind…
Such a mysterious place.
Where all your thoughts race.
Running a strong like a factory.
Trying to fill you full of satisfactory.
Really it ends up driving u insane.
Making you want to yell out in pain.
Or even take a vacation to Spain.
The mind…
Such a mysterious place.
One deeply unsolved by the human race.
You can’t even keep up with the pace.
As you travel it’s many wonders.
You dig up the treasures it withholds under.
We all know the mind is a non-refundable.
The mind…
Such a mysterious place.
We’ll never crack this case.
It’s something we’ll always have to face.
Just be happy and take it day by day.
We’ll never have the answers anyway!
Copyright © Jennifer Wallace | Year Posted 2008
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