MY MIND

My mind runs

like liquid

innocent and inconsistent.

Falling through the cracks,

Running down the drain.

Like rain,

I fall

I run.

But never getting closer,

gravity defies me,

time goodbyes me.

Until I remember,

I recall and recoil,

and turn

from mud to soil.

I harden,

I grow grass, I break bones.

I make dust,

I go slow

I’m too fast

I’m mineral

Riddled with life,

Overhyped?
Or, just right?

My mind.