High as a kite and useless like a junkie. Grassed out like a wounded gazelle who just escaped the blood dripping claws of a lion.
Empty like a barrel but loud like a drum.
Half empty not full yet not seeming to be without much, the mind flutters way down there and the echos resounds and makes stakes of what is left.
What is the color and why do we need to be identified by anything other than the name 'human?'
$%^=&#*"><@/?! makes no sense looking at them now, but they add up and make things roll up nicely into a well formed pattern that excites.
So is the mind which comes out empty at first but has so much character that when applied rightly, will be worth something more in the future.
I want to tear down the wall of the mind as it needs not be like a bordered town where there is just one way in.
The kind is a battlefield and if everything will be fashioned only to get in through one gate, then there is one more problem.
Win or loose.
The colors of the mind is open till it is applied to form patterns.
We must not have the logo of boldness inscribed on our heads but we sure can spew out guts filled with colors that allows variation from where we shouldn't be to where we should.
I hate to mind someone else's business but I love the Mind and don't mind to mind the Mind and it's wonderful properties it carries.