Mind

I once kept a book And inside if you'd look Be there ramblings or verse Things from life that I took Regardless, I'm a mind And what's inside Has to be alive Call it what you want: Red, Yellow, Blue Some call it Grey Awake from foreign bed Rise to shaking a hand "Thought you ought to know by now" They said But know what? Craft things by your own for a change That way what you preach Will be that which you've learned Then you can call it what you want: Red, Yellow, Blue Some call it Grey Call it what you want I say it's Grey