A wondering brain is a true sign of intelligence, For this is a brain that discovers. A wandering brain is a true sign of elegance, For this is a brain that recovers From internal battle of triumph and vengeance Armed with only a pen for a sword, From arguments started in only a sentence, Pursuits with little reward. I have worked hard to possess this mind For crafted ideas and daydreams pursued This entertainment leaves the present behind, And my own little world is renewed. But back to reality my brain must go, As I lasso ideas up like cattle For a brain running free where ideas flow Is best used towards rules it can rattle.
So when minds build a world in fits full of passion, Know that problems are solved in a similar fashion
I wrote this sonnet for AL Lit. It is not my favorite.