Magnificent Words

They say the mind is one’s tranquility.
The place where a lullaby sings for eternity.
It is bliss.
The single moment when you are suddenly the only being in the galaxy,
The single moment when you are no longer a paradox of the renaissance,
But an extravagant mother of idea, hope, grace, and destiny.
Be it an explosion of the mind or a twinkle of delicacy,
It will be an umbrella of freedom from your hodgepodge life,
A giggle of peace from the smithereens made by society.
Your mind is a cosmopolitan made of zing oi gum,
Pure sentiment caused by the loquacious enthusiasm of the people.
No longer a cocoon, but a butterfly.
The idea of the human mind is fantastic, gorgeous, and deadly.