My mind a fountain,
Of thoughts and possibilities.
I shape and mold the world
As I see, or as none did.
But sometimes I drown in air,
In the waves of my thoughts.
I lose my sanity, my touch of reality
And neglect what I\'ve got, or pretend to.
I curse my mind,
For being so wild and free.
I long for a kinder world, a harder heart
Clarity and focus, not possible in the world.
But then I realize
My mind\'s a treasure of possibilities.
A source to make a whole new world
Kinder and sweeter, lovely and beautiful.