The Mind
The mind is a wonderful thing, filled with interesting thoughts,
Showing us creative dreams, dreams with little or no thought.
These dreams give us our drive, our motivation if you will,
Although some have no plot nor reason, we give each a specific meaning.
These meanings reside within our thoughts, and our thoughts influence our actions,
Our actions are what others judge, what society deems to be wrong or right,
These judgements present us with a label, our thoughts and dreams give us a chance to throw it off.
This is what resides within my mind, thoughts of others and how they work,
To understand people and how they work, that is my dream.
My dream is psycology, it fills me to the brim,
whether night or day my thoughts are consumed with psychology.
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