In my head, there’s phrase that loops around and appears every often to taunt and haunt…
A mind is a terrible thing to waste
I don’t recall when I first heard it, but I know I’ve heard it many times in many voices… nudging through my idle daydreams chastising me on my lack of focus… lack of direction… lack of ambition…
Now I quietly laugh in it’s face… and refuse to accept the misdiagnosis…
I take my thoughts and place them where I can see them…
In the wasteland of my mind
A dandelion grows
Above
Ideas are ten a penny
Wishes blown like
Kisses on the wind
BESOS!
They will go where they will go…
Below
Deep earth buried
Drawing from the roots
Determined willful survival
Lo!
Air head thrives!
The pure and blessed way 