#020 My beautiful mind...

A closed dome, a hot stove

that's how my brain works

empty praises all galore

one critique, no amore..

To my beautiful mind

as narrow as it may grind

it starts and stops at its pace

yet expects to win the race..

Curses you for every mistake

or luck, that looks so fake

oh mother, what'd you create

it uses a face to judge and rate..