The mind is a chaotic
The mind is a chaotic place
Attention is here one minute and gone the-
What was that?
A sound, a whisper in your mind
A thought or just a memory?
One thought leads to the next
Happniess leads to wonder
Wonder to confusion
Confusion to anxiety
Anxiety to-
Where am I supposed to be?
Who am I supposed to meet?
What happened last Tuesday?
And then you rest and breathe
But the mind never rests
The mind is a chaotic place
A place where imagination is free
No such thing is a bad idea
To build a floating tree house
Trees made of clouds
Clouds made of marshmallow
Mashmallow made of-
Another idea
It lights up your mind
Breathes in imagination
Then....
Then its gone
Like it never existed
And chaos continues
The mind is a chaotic place
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