My mind can go 100 miles per minute 

Or it can be completely blank.

Filled with anxieties, fears, aspirations, dreams, and memories,

Pictures of the past,

How I interpret the present

And pictures of the future,

Focusing in and focusing out. 

In Black and white,

Or in color

even grayed.

Optimism seems to find me,

Even in the darkest of times.

I mind a lot of things,

Cause if you don’t then nothing would matter.

Sometimes my mind wanders,

that’s when my mind is filled with you.

That matters.

Then my mind is at ease.