In the labyrinth of my mind’s design
A maze of thoughts, where shadows entwine
I seek to modify, to reshape and refine
The patterns that govern, the thoughts that align
A curiosity drives me, a quest to explore
The hidden corners, where habits are stored
To rewire the synapses, and rewrite the code
To break free from the chains, that my mind has bestowed
With each new discovery, a door creaks ajar
A glimpse into the workings, of who I are
I question the norms, and challenge the past
To forge a new path, where wisdom will last
The mind, a canvas, where thoughts are the brush
A masterpiece in progress, where I am the hush
With each stroke of curiosity, I refine and create
A new narrative, where my true self awaits
In this endless pursuit, I find my freedom
To think, to dream, to be, without a predetermined theme
For in modifying the mind, I find my own design
A work of art, where curiosity is the prime.
MARYANN BOSAH 