A Mind Is A Terrible Thing To Waste

A mind is terrible thing to waste  
Millions of thoughts running around in haste  
Always thinking of things to do or say  
Mentally formatting our sentences with the proper words to pray  
I’ve been told to use it  
Or you will most certainly lose it  

Mental Illness so far away from the base of its home  
Internal torture to the mind’s dreadful thoughts as they roam  
Medicine assistance puts the mind back on its path  
Beautiful thoughts regenerated and not damaged by the grimness of the mind’s wrath  
I cannot think straight today  
My mind does not want to come out and play  
 
I’m feeling blue  
I think I have the brain Flu  
Am I losing my mind  
I cannot comprehend things from time-to-time  
Your familiar face I cannot quite remember  
Is it August or is it September  
 
Who are you  
My mind feels stuck like glue  
I cannot process my thoughts  
A dense fog of memories strangled when caught  
Dementia or Alzheimer as it’s called  
I’ve been there, seen it, and have saw  
 
A painful truth for any family once it’s admitted  
Choices dancing in the mind to have this wonderful person committed  
Pulling out mementos and old pictures  
Praying the mind will renew of its old recognizable fixtures  
A deterioration of the mind sure to shrivel in course  
A host of lost memories such a sadden remorse  
 
The mind is a vast realm to think of the past  
Daydreaming is a trance state that does not last  
An idle mind for the moment has surpassed  
At times off balance  
Nothing heard but silence  
Yes it sleeps  
Subconsciously who does it meet  
 
Mr. Dreams  
Here I am  
I’ll comfort the mind as best as I can  
A vivid illusion played on the screen of my mind  
Placing me in a land way before time  
I can remember I was being crowned a Queen  
 
I awaken  
Still slightly shaken  
A riveting tale unforeseen  
Ooh the mind can be so mean  
I looked around realizing my mind was playing tricks on me  
How great if it could only be  
 
Queen for all time, the emotions feels so right  
Not just through the night  
I love the feeling from such a beautiful mindful sight  
The splendid concept of the mind  
Always thinking out the blue at times  
 
Thinking of words to tease  
Pleasing, while keeping them on their knees  
Play memory games to see who’ll beat  
In those moments your mind against yourself, always a tie, no rewarding defeat