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?