Pensive sits the mind, whirlwinds entrapped within.
The dust floats in thin air as each fragment take s new meaning
A shine that glows from a few make the others look lackluster
Pensive sits the mind, waiting watching learning
Playful is it when it takes form in a child, unyielding carefree bogged not by stereotype
Deaf to the nuances of the world, it makes its journey from naïve to knowledge
Information amassed in time makes this journey, worth its wisdom
Does it age with time, or does time age it,
Thrown into lifes journey it floats on tides of change
On occasion waiting, on occasion questioning, at times just happy to flow
It holds a stream soon, and follows a dream, a belief of certainty
The means justify end, and onward until it faces destiny in the mirror
A long hard look and its moves to greener pastures until it finds its own
A place to rest, a place lie in wait of the final day in care, a high stillness
The mind was given to a body so that a physical form would remain constant
Given the volatile nature of the mind.
