Travels of a beautiful mind

Travels of a beautiful mind

The pleasure that graces the face of the earth when moments cease to exist

When existing is not the same as being

Being is not the same

At least I hope not

See being is free

Openness to grace the heavens

Fly high in the sky

Dancing on clouds

See I’m a dreamer

Head in the clouds

Sky on my mind

With tap shoes on

Me? I’m the conductor of the pit

The one people follow as my baton waves

Graces the eyes of those that follow

Crescendo’s, bass and trebles

The melody of the minds song

Dictates the journey of the song

My mind isn’t just in stereo

The visions comes in Dolby surround sound

You can’t hear it, you can’t even imagine

My wildest thoughts in your limited HD

Next time try widescreen

Toils of the mind

Toils of the mind

Sometimes I wish I knew more

Understood the difference between

To much and to little

Sometimes when to cut bait and run

I am faced with that decision

To cut bait or to stand tall

My mind toils, dances, and spins

Around and around in unneeded circles

Dizzy is my way of movement

Staggering

Silliness

My mind still flooded

The land of my sea

The owner of my soul

I need to do something

Make some move

To solve the problem

At hand

Which is I don’t know what to do

To try and move myself under these terms

Stand under these fires is a real problem

Ask and dance, stand and power

To a favor use a favor until the toil ends