A junction unfinished but not a dead-end
Cast aside forgotten moved onto something new
Roads built in all directions an idea simply spent
Dropped where it stood grounded before it flew
Messed up, tangled no single sense of order
Random, intangible entirely impossible to follow
A mind is constrained not by acceptable law
But is free to wander and in your own head grow
Walk the depths of someone else’s mind
Be intrigued, scarred and unsure of what you see
But listen to their words not thoughts and then in time
You may learn how they think and what their life has been