Lost in thoughts so wisely I'll take sure advantage of this time
I'll milk it, I'll juice it. For all its gracious goodness
I'll  pour it out
And watch it create streams in the soil of my soul
And nourish the groves of my thoughts exhausted vines
Synapses
Snaps
Sparks and flames
My brains in waves of emotion and tortures
Ambivalence nagging my rights and my lefts
My ups and my downs
Swirling round and round in this colorful garden.
The sun sets in the distance leaving a purple blue sky
Then darkness all but the whites of my eyes
And the fruits
And the flowers
In the garden.

My mind.