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 ~.~.~
Messiness & stillness all reside in the same non-place place 😉