INSIDE MY MIND

My mind can't lay it's self down flat enough for the ordinary

Give me intent

And I’ll give you all of me

The mundane too neat for this kind of wonderful

In a scathing world, sometimes our minds are all we’ve got.

Sometimes our minds are all we own, that’s completely our own.

Still daring,

Still marvellous,

Still an original

Our minds are a telegram from our past, decorated with the beauty of our futures

Even when our mouths can barely wrap around the words we want to express, our minds are a wild compass, pointing us towards the right direction