The mind is a chatter-box…. 

The mind is a chatter-box, the clatter of a cartwheel on cobbled streets, the clicking of a slow train, going over points as duality rails, so, mind the gap, when arriving at the station.
Truth is just the ticket to ride. Nothing stands still 😉

As a gardener, my mind reminds me of a cauliflower…..virtually 🙂