Pretty Mind

Welcome to my pretty mind.
It is much like a thunderstorm.
Then, a rainbow in all perfectness
but here you'll see the colors form.

A risque thought is swirling 'round.
It feels like a lightning strike.
My mind is filled with so much fun,
no two thoughts alike.

Can you see the pictures fly
on their way to take some action?
I'll not let a one escape.
They'll get no satisfaction.

Simple joy is brewing,
I let this creation steep.
I toss out what should never be.
Good old naughtiness I keep.

Follow my dancing butterflies,
join in on my mirth.
Become a part of laughter
that lifts me off the earth.

Do you see any serious?
It is a tiny little dot.
No room for a stoic countenance
in my thinking spot!

So many dreams that have no end.
We all must have some goals.
If you could but see my playful thoughts
splashing in the shoals!

The bliss in there is endless
and it will not be denied.
It's such a sad fact of life
that I must keep most of it inside.

Maybe you should not venture
into the jungle of my soul
It may be for the best to shield
things only I must know.

My mind is certainly frolicsome.
Decidedly untamed.
It causes quite a ruckus!
Poor me, I get the blame.