Through Out Life, Our Minds Become a Maze. Holding on to Information, ov Every Phaze. Splitting into Different Degrees. Nothing Lost Through Out, you see. Systematically Divided in You, that's What Memories Do. Spontaneous Spew, Sometimes you Regret. Mind is Powerful Thing, not Even Used for Everything. If Only We all Could Do, What Our Mind was Meant to DO. Beautiful is the Mind You See, Traveling through Times My Dear, like Labyrinth with Out the Fear, ov Arriving Here in this Original Time. What More Can You Do, I Say. Take Your Time, Meditate Each day and Visions Will Come in to Play. Beautiful is the Mind, and more Powerful to this Day
that is mesmerizing prose lady V.
absolutely wonderful.