My Mind

My mind is full of thoughts

Thoughts, like honeybees buzzing through their nest

They're flying around, without any rest.

My mind is full of dreams

Dreams that seem impossibly unobtainable

But does that stop me from dreaming the undreamable?

My mind is wandering

Curious about what is the unknown

And the things that are shown.

If all of this is true,

The bees wander in their dreams

And the real world is ripping at its seams.