Thy creative mind is Divine.
It's winding paths, all spread and
growing, remind me of a grape vine.
Each path leading to a new notion.
In the wonderful scheme that is your
head, there is always a commotion.
They wonder, but don't observe and
ponder, why you always think.
They can't understand, especially with
their thoughts dripping out like a leaky
faucet in a kitchen sink.
Drip...drip...drip
While your thoughts are a waterfall,
running fast and heavy, giving the dull
people the slip.
May 31, 2020
May 31, 2020 at 2:18 PM UTC
Thy creative mind is Divine.
It's winding paths, all spread and
growing, remind me of a grape vine.
Each path leading to a new notion.
In the wonderful scheme that is your
head, there is always a commotion.
They wonder, but don't observe and
ponder, why you always think.
They can't understand, especially with
their thoughts dripping out like a leaky
faucet in a kitchen sink.
Drip...drip...drip
While your thoughts are a waterfall,
running fast and heavy, giving the dull
people the slip.