A time to mend mind
A time to mend mind Three days into a new idea for I to grow being so soft and gentle with clay matter Thy vision beginning in yet wanting to be out Bursting at the seams for freedom, liberty Question mind am I operating you kindly can we do better For mental space I somewhat know traveling to planets, provinces, grass patches First fire, water, air being here for a million year Yet for I a new craft thought minted in mine.