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A Mind with a Mind of it's own


The mind is a lovely thing indeed it keeps us going and it makes us heed the blaring warnings around our head that you'd better think of or you'll end up dead so what do you think of thinking all day? you'll be driven mad by thinking that way or maybe you'll realize something so odd that people don't think, and their mind is like sod but even the sod, of soil and grass can be put together to make something with class a beautiful lawn for the home buyer's eyes the one who had vision to see through the lies but what is vision without a mind to perceive? two eyeballs that gaze but a soul so naive
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