At it's best, my mind is a labyrinth;

with twists and turns often leaving me lost.

Is this my tenth pass through, or my thirteenth?

My imagination comes at great cost.

Any other time, my mind is chaos.

With constant creation and destruction,

new worlds rise and fall; the pattern ceaseless.

All at once my thoughts vie for attention.

To quiet my mind is impossible.

My thoughts buzz about, refusing to stop.

Though my bizarre dreams are agreeable,

waiting for sleep makes my head want to pop.

A mind is a terrible thing to waste;

but with mine, it's often hard to keep pace.