You have a messy mind

It doesn’t like order
Not a fan of steps
Neither frameworks & their mess

You have a messy mind

That likes to throw away things
While holding to things in all sorts of ways
While not knowing and knowing in the same phrase

You have a messy mind

That doesn’t mind the mess
Doesn’t care for the chaos any less
In order, and its shiny zen-like crave it swells

You have a messy mind

That revels in the art of things
That enjoys the languishing
That stays awake in the meandering

You have a messy mind

That doesn’t fit in a box
That doesn’t like how it feels in that tux
That never succeeded in fulfilling that hoax

You have a messy mind

You hated it for a long time
You struggled to understand its power
In a world designed for the perfect tower

You have a messy mind

Whose worst enemy is itself
Whose lust to fit in never works
Whose sadness rages and rests in itself

You have a messy mind

And I hope you don’t mind
Keeping it messy, lessy and fussy…

You have a messy mind, as I do
& my permission, you don’t need to enjoy it too!

Until the next ❤️ beat ~.~.~