Mind
By Peter K. Lam
Now…
My mind is like space, open and vast
I absorb everything that crosses my path
Venturing into a place many have not traveled
This is only the beginning, the journey has yet to unravel
- Descend four flights of the stairs of time
Four years younger, sixteen this time
16…
My mind is like a dense fog
I cannot see what is ahead
No matter how fast I jog
I cannot clear my head
- Descend four flights of the stairs of time
Four years younger, twelve this time
12…
My mind is like the air
It is everywhere
Wandering the world in awe
Everything is new, nothing is too far
- Descend seven flights of the stairs of time
Seven years younger, five this time
5…
My mind is like an open book
The imagination runs wild
Nothing can surprise this book
Even though I’m only a child
- Descend five flights of the stairs of time
Five years younger, at birth this time
Birth…
My mind is like an eye
I can see everything
It’s like being the catcher in the rye
I understand nothing
The mind is something fragile
It changes over time
The mind is never the same
Even when you look at it a second time