“The mind is not a vessel to be filled, but a fire to be kindled.”
Here I go again
Here I start again with the ramblings of a beautiful mind
a sane mind
A mind which everybody knows and which I try to hide
There is a deep sense of satisfaction and sadness in the fact
that the thoughts the real thoughts your beautiful mind has tried to conceal from others
Only you and you can understand
And there is a deep sense of loneliness to the fact and that you are alone to
understands the ramblings of the beautiful mind of your own.
A shadow is an exact reflection of the bearer
and the thoughts are the exact reflection of the mind
There is a darkness which everybody hides inside them and
Even when you are facing the light
The light defines you and the darkness follows you
You are living nothing more than between the shades of the gray
Your self-keep oscillating between the two
You try to find your anchor
Your footing on the ground
But you keep stepping on the quicksand
and it keeps taking you in.
To salvage your piece is pointless thought
Ramblings of the mind start where everything stops.