My Mind's a Pile of Clay

Steven Jacob Borthick
My mind's a pile of clay,
It takes shape every day,
To uplift when you say "hey",
Turning to mud on a rainy day,
Inspired as I walk the bay,
Free to do just as I may,
God, I'll do what you say,
I found the happiness blue jay.

Morals, good sense, and intelligence
Not as they think...
What you feel.
Not as they order...
What makes sense.

Their blindfolds hide their logic
See more clearly
They're looking through mud
We don't need rules,
Just morals, good sense, and intelligence.

Published by Steven Jacob Borthick

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