Mind of mine

Lost in my mind
lost in my time
lost in sleep
lost in dream
lost so deep,
in grass so tall
for such a mind so small.


The owl thinks me lazy
the early bird sleeps in
the henchmen are crazy
and my nerves are thin
thanks to the humming man
by the door sipping gin.



The barns are fine
a termite or two
hay isn't much like wine
with the mold and mildew
the mice nest in the upper shelves
and never obey curfew,

such as to be expected in this mind of mine, a mine of thought, thoughts in this mind of mine.



Clock strikes midnight, just now awoke
two many entry's head towards the sun
no words yet have I spoke
dreaming of birds fast as bullets from gun
broken candles still lit
new rules of what can and cannot be fun


Demonstrations of demolition compiling compost
amuse me until noon comes around
and the dogs alert waves crashing the coast
though my ears are yet to here a sound
they are straight into my brain
all the arrogance, the brags and boast,
that are somewhat common in this mind of mine, a mine of thoughts, thoughts in this mind of mine.



Money cant buy what money cant see
dreams cant be what reality cant see
freedoms cant roam where freedoms cant be



Cloak and dagger, mind over matter
mind of mine, in past of times
motors that spit and spatter
lost words that used to be rhymes
ghosts and chains, saws and spills
a familiar tunes play as a clatter
as a welcome tune upon entering this...
Mind of mine, a mine of thoughts, thoughts in this mind of mine.