Today my thoughts are so unusually mild. They have nested and rested away from the wild They're are dreaming a dream of an indigo child And they're keeping my readings of dreams right on file. I'm like clay With no definition, my mind likes to stray. I sometimes will weep but I like it that way For the wisdom attracted is welcome to stay Will I ever return to my home? If I'm always away but I'm never alone , If my kingdom awaits and they garnished my throne Would I give up crusades that can crush all these bones? Or can I just continue to shine ? Because though it has been such a very long time Since love conquered all of the troublesome minds In the back of my mind lies a plot so divine .