in side my mind

Inside my mind object are not what they seem They turn into something else, something amazing others do not understand Inside my mind some would call me insane Because I don't think what others do, In the spring It feels like the plants are sing a sweet tune and that tune glides on the wind And I hear that tune Others listen and hear nothing Many ask what goes on in side my mind? And I hesitate For I am afraid of sometime what goes on in my own mind At that time it makes me question Inside my mind am I insane or insanely brilliant What do I say what does go on inside my mind? I guess I don't know Wait! Now I what I could Inside my mind life is differently seen Inside my mind there is an imagination wanting to be set free Inside my mind I am insanely brilliant And artistic