What mind may speak of

My mind is a world of many things
What’s true, what’s real, what’s ideal

What lies only in dreams or in reality
What I care and don’t, what’s insanity

Tickle my fancy, why don’t you
With all the simple things, what say you

May it be wind or snow or hail
Hoping that my strive will prevail

Don't let it all remain in disarray
So lie beside me and stay ...