On Thinking

In wandering the twistings of my mind I could walk forever and never find each growing thought, each birthed perception - Every moment brings a new conception. The most astounding thing on thought, is that even when unfailingly sought and searched out every night and day - there is nothing that can stand in the way. I can´t switch my mind off, or on; like I can´t take the music out of a song... Every moment it stands firm and steady. It doesn´t wqit until I´m ready to deal with issues I don´t want... It hurls them at me, jumps in front! Then I have no choice, ´cept be hit or catch. My mind stalks free from cage with latch. So, who am I? Is my mind ´me´? Am I It´s prisoner, or am I free? Will I ever figure that one out? Or is wondering what I´m about?