The human mind is a miracle,
I'd call it the pinnacle.
Where postivity runs free,
And negativity buzzes like a bee.
Where confidence is rare,
But insecurity appears bare.
Where dissatisfaction is common,
And unhappiness looks like an almond.
Where serenity is easily found,
And everyone is home bound.
Where your darkness thoughts collide,
And your happiest thoughts are tied.
Where your memories are bottled up,
And your bad luck is thrown away in a cup.
Where living seems easy on the surface,
*But surviving somehow, became a race.
