The Chaotic Mind
The Chaotic Mind is a human mind,
Layers of mysteries upon layers of wonder,
The mind is complex, the people say,
It is living,
It’s a computer,
It’s a marvel.
It won’t be told what to do,
It continues with its absurd thoughts,
Long after it is asleep, it continues to think,
To think of mysteries, of stories, of poems,
It streams through nonsense,
Through life,
Through logic,
Through unbelievables,
It continues to shock, to amaze those around it,
It continues to think,
Of life,
Of solving,
Of wonder,
All through it’s life it runs full stride,
a mass of whirling emotion and questions
but like all races, this one has an end,
a mind will only finish it’s race once,
Then it is through,
No more competing,
No more thinking,
Because the race is through.
But oh what a run it had!
Oh what a race was run!
And in it’s place a dozen more minds race,
powered by the rushing wind
of all the minds that ran before,
and those that run alongside.