I want to sit criss-cross
On the floor of your mind
And quietly observe the trains
That derail in your head
Throughout the day

I want to browse
The walls of your mind
Because i know that's where
You hand your favorite paintings

I want to follow
The path your mind wanders down
That leads to the grave yard
Of never carried out ideas

I want to explore and search
Your beautifully tattered mind
Until i find what left you
Broken and without inspiration