The human mind is a mysterious thing,

It’s a machine that works day and night,

And every single brain is not alike.

My mind is a mysterious place,

Constantly thinking of many ideas,

Albeit sometimes bizarre but yet creative.

My mind is a computer,

Absorbing information and applying it,

As well as learning from previous actions.

My mind is my own,

Unique in its interests,

Despite it is normal in its shape and structure.

My mind is my own,

My mind is me,

 And there is only one of me.