thaughts

i've been sittin here thinkin then i thaught of u how wonderful the mind is cos theres a picture of u detailed in every aspect of the word how funny the mind is... for movement a picture in it makes.... so can this be that the blind to can see... or is it me.... how could this be.... flows like water at a rivers mouth doth make... smooth as the rocks and the pebbles of a lake as agile and brilliant,sleakness of snake..... forget not, for the mind never does.... but burries it deep sometimes in cidars dust..... dark are its corridores filled to the brim.... more as it echo's in lifes marvelous slims.... here.....some more....