The young mind

Light that shines from time to time
through the cup of the divine
While the looking glass sits way up high
mirrors on the ceiling don't let you see behind

Stare and stare oh way up there
all you will find is space and air
Rain falls with no care
as it goes anywhere

Clouds collect in the sky
Showing shaps only to the imaginary eye
Cracks in the concrete as we walk by
give way for nature to grow up high

|The seed is planted in the mind
for it to grow within time
Youth is wasted on the young time
They know it all until its gone