Minds Beginning

Oh what mind I have?

Such imagination with a bit of creation

All in one location but

I can’t tell because of the translation

So I guess you’re just stuck with realization

The realization of what I can and cannot do

The realization of what I need and do not need

The realization of what must and mustn’t be done

The realization of what I have become…

Because of what I become wasn’t always this way

At first he was a boy seeing the world

Closing his eyes and for one blink

He saw that his life just changed

His legs became longer

His arms became stronger

His mind became wiser, but

His heart became weaker

The boy that was once the quiet kid,

Full of mind

Became the fungi that everyone loved,

Who felt behind

The one guy that just wanted to burst

Shouting all that he could feel

Just make him scream and shout

But would anyone listen?

Would anyone pay attention?

No,

Because everyone’s too cheap for me

In a thrift store with a sign out front saying:

“Clearance”

I was that one thing left behind

Everyone choosing what they thought was cool and neat

Something with I can’t compete

Something that was better than me

But then again

What isn’t?

The white crayon is more useful than me

The “terms and conditions” have been seen more that me

The first piece of bread is used for at least sometimes

And it’s always more that me

One thought after another

That I’m useless

That I’m hopeless

That people should care less,

Or...

That I could clear my blindness

And make my mind a new beginning

Things don’t have to be the way my mind puts them in

They just have to be where I want them to begin