What My Mind Says
My mind tells me that the answer is two.
But how do I know that the answer is two?
Maybe I do not want the answer to be two.
Maybe I want the answer to be seven or even ninety-nine millon.
Or will my mind just grow a hand and slap me over the face with it.
My mind says that I can't fly.
Maybe I want to fly.
I will fly!
or will I die from not l to my mind.
My mind tells me that there are no flying cows.
Not even if I see one,
my mind says no.
And mind will stop me from ever making a flying cow.
Every day my mind proves me wrong.