Seeds in the mind. Poem, by CaitEva, at My poetic side

I'm so deep in the unknown that i think i know,

eating muffin tops instead of eating the whole,

re-arranging facts to my own perception,

but little do i know i'm getting further from my goal.

I'm searching for answers that lay external to me,

when realistically they're embedded in my minds tree,

planting seeds around what is true,

they're called flowers of falsness and hold little to no clues.

By watering my minds tree and allowing truth to bloom,

only then will i go from none to little clue.

Seeds in the mind.