10 percent

Its a poem about how the author wants to use 100 percent of his mind, but he can only use ten like everyone else.

The mind is a mystery,

I need to find the key,

To find out all the secrets,

That I hide from me,

The answer is so far away,

Yet just so plain to see,

But I am just too lazy,

To keep the search steady,

I want to use one hundred percent,

But my effort's only five,

I hate the feeling of being mind bent,

I need to feel alive,

It's so much different from not dying,

To take away the knife,

Of all the lies I've told myself,

I want to be the one to thrive.

Author's Note

Oh this is my older brother's poem, but I really wanted to share it with you because it has a lot of meaning to it. It's a really great poem and he is a really great poet he just doesn't like posting his poetry because it take a long time.