Welcome To My Mind
Written with a thesaurus, 13/03/04 (dd/mm/yy)
There is everything here, but nothing here is mine
Which says a great deal more about everything than I'm comfortable with
The soul-saturating loveliness inherent in the star-filled void of this room is poignant, if ironic-
Surely things hold more beauty than thoughts?
Mind Over Matter?
I suppose it's a matter of opinion, really
And unquestionably the innumerable incandescent imaginings that glide through the stillness have a certain fascination about them
If that's the sort of thing you fancy
A room amongst many, doubtless
The quietest room in the whole hopeless house
The quietest room, possibly, in the entire godforsaken world?
Welcome to my mind, sugar.