Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Mind of mine

Listening to the color of my mind,
As I wind down, after the daily grind,
It speaks to me in colorful hues,
Sometimes, it acts as my muse.

My mind seems to have a mind of its own,
Over it, I don't reign, nor do I own,
Letting my imaginations run wild,
Taking care to not get it riled.

Listening to the color of my mind,
As I wind down, after the daily grind.

1 comment:

  1. i love the concept of colorful mind... there's nothing more colorful that our minds, is there?

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