I Mind

I do not think my mind Is like he used to be; He used to chat with me; Contradict and chide me; Play cunning wit, puzzle, Chuckle with, amuse me. But now he's darker; He hides things from me; No longer open, Like he used to be. When he speaks to me; Commands me simply, To do such actions, I am loath to do. I cannot fight him; He is stronger still, Then ever he did used to be; By some bold force, Which powers him, Quite overthrows My weak body; The pact he had, With self-control, That part of him, I used to know, No longer is