A lovely fruit basket
for the mind.
It helps me to relax
and unwind.
A lovely fruit basket
for the mind.
Perhaps I should go
and remind:
This fruit basket thing
was once another.
This basket I bring
would be a bother.
In my mind it can change
transmorph and rearrange.
In my mind it is strange.
Thoughts that interchange.
The basket began simply:
an idea like another.
The idea started dimly:
I was caught by the sucker.
A mental chameleon,
an octopus of thought.
A gripping cohesion,
no need to be fraught.
Did it transform?
Does it matter?
Will I conform?
Or do I scatter?
A lovely fruit basket
for the mind?
Or is it havoc?
Am I entwined?
An octopus pretending
to be basket and fruit.
My mind is attempting
to resolve that dispute.
What is one?
What is the other?
I have gone
and created a bother.
But while I sit and think
I leave other thoughts aside.
Slowly, I will blink
and dreams I will ride.
Comments
I respectfully submit that a fruit basket is not like an octopus... and find myself refuted!
Odd, and compelling, line of thinking. A rather pleasant bother.