Mysterious Way

My mind likes to work in a mysterious way
Making poems and falling for... heh needless to say
It is confusing and delirious at times of the day
How my mind likes to work in a mysterious way
It says okay to this but then no to the same
It loves to form thoughts of pain that aren't tame!
My mind can be dumb, sometimes it's really lame
Seems to know what it wants but then again
It doesn't know at all and throws its' wants down a bin
But it loves, how it loves, to just win, win, win, win
Oh my mind likes to work in a mysterious way
It makes me smile and cry all at the same time
It wants me to be happy, but then oh how could I rhyme?
It loves to read, watch, form, gossip, and commit it's crime
Sigh my mind likes to work in a mysterious way