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.