The mind that thinks,
the mind that wrecks,
the mind that dreams,
the mind that plays,
the mind that tricks,
this mind cannot walk
away and I am still here.

Freedom is beyond.
Freedom does not limit.

To think about you
is not all about love,
not all about lust,
you just crossed my mind.

The mind that sleeps,
the mind that seeks,
the mind that brings,
the mind that blows,
this mind can go beyond.
He does not limit his freedom.


About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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