A mind like a cumulus cloud
Parted by the sun
A mind that is clear now
Frantic thoughts are done
A mind that forgot all that was trivial
A box of pills to wash it down
A mind like a hazy room
Peers through a smoky corridor
A mind for books
Lying tattered across the hall
A mind for incessant violence
Making every move
A mind for what could be
Perpetual instant gratification
A mind that now knows better
A mind that is mine