What makes my mind tick?
Some wacky combination of
my parents x's and y's or o's or who knows.
Perhaps there's a clock inside my mind
whose arms spin round and round keeping the wheels spinning.
The gears sometimes grind but to my surprise
Sometimes it's full of cotton candy goo and other days
it's thoughts of you.
Thousands of thoughts run through my brain.
On any given day it's the ants on the ground,
the objects that I found,
the orange I just ate,
the thing that is my fate.
If I really knew
what makes my mind tick,
I'd write a paper a milion words long
til I have my PhD in what the hell is wrong.