The Mind of Myself

When I was born I didn't know what to think. I was only baby knowing how to make my diaper stink. As I grew older and stronger, my mind grew as well, from learning my ABC's to counting money for economics like one, two, three. What makes my mind strong is doing my best, Try to work hard, passing life's test trying to be like rest. The mind is a beautiful thing, it creates magic, Some people use it for good or use it to be tragic. The mind is blowing, doing this thing where we humans go soaring in this world where nothing is boring. You may think its an odd poem yeah but this is from the mind. Creating something interesting that ive been trying to find. These rhymes can show tough times. They may be hurtful but its not a crime, its a sign from the mind on what it feels so it can't be no lies. The mind is apart of us, it makes us who we are. It helped me made good choices like the first time that I bought my car. The mind is about you, you are the star, it can take you places from here and so far. My mind brings these words out like speaking to a class. You gotta present yourself and hope you don't look like an ass. The mind is with your heart its called connection, you have know who you are so you have a representation. You got to know what your doing have good concentration. The mind is us, The mind is you