Stuff

Words are said to flow through one's mind like water inside a lake

Such things I wonder, do we really appropriate?

My mind is like chaos, there's all sorts of things

Stuff that matters and stuff that won't sing

Sing into the echoing darkness that is my mind

Is it a lake, a river, a stream?

No my mind and all its stuff is like just that.

My mind is my mind.

I can put it into poetry and try to turn a phrase

but no matter how hard I try no words will ever say

just how much stuff I see inside my mind.

Flowing, Growing, deep deep inside.

So tell me what stuff you had in mind.