What Is The Mind?
The mind, body, and soul
Are explorations on their own
Humanity is rich in curiosity
And our livelihoods come in all shapes and forms
Only ten percent of our mind has been achieved
Yet we are surrounded by infinity
A world with cultures, religions, and romanticism
A world with war, racism, and reality
It has all been unlocked, by the human imagination
Where man can utter words of beauty
And question where ones bounds should exist
A teenager understands freedom
In a country that denies non-tradition
If I could invade and learn a hundred percent of ingenuity
But a young girl's provisions are never enough
Where is the exemption? How wide is love?
Chains are gone and slurs are made
Shackled by past and shame
Our mind is farther than conceptions
Space, time, memories, all man-made
What ticks, what clicks, and what is
It comes from the beat, the blood that flows
We create and title, we shape and form
Limits and quit its have no stand
Against the mind of man.
We are the colors, the art, and the voices
The gestures, the footsteps, the hoist
We are the young and old, the truth and hope
Creations and creators of a complex mind.