It isn't just the simple things
That give my mind something to think.
It's more complex to investigate
And push your mind until it might break.
I think of depression and how it controls
Every apsect of living, and how it's so bold.
I think of our dreams, and why they're so odd.
What if it is a new blessing from God?
I think of all poems and read between lines.
But what if those words weren't meant for my eyes?
I think of mistakes and why do some people not regret?
Is it a peice of their mind they have chosen to forget?
And by thinking these thoughts I have created my confussion.
It will force my skull to a wall and may cause a contusion.
Hopefully in my insanity I haven't left anything behind,
But just incase I have, I'll be back to Speak More of my Mind.