During the ride, I stay inside
the painted lines of my mind.
Author: jmacthedream
I’m surrounded by clocks with hands that never stop.
Crazy is a place I’ve been Many times. I can’t lie.
I got a spring in my step: a twinkle in my eye.
I have to be close to where I want to be.
The boy got in his car
and drove really far.
Open the curtain
and find
the complexity
of my mind.
