It

It knows what it’s doing It is the thing that creeps me awake at night It won’t let me sleep It tosses, it tumbles, it can keep up a horrible fight I want to talk about it, but it won’t let me It holds my tongue It guides my thoughts It makes me talk, when I would rather just be It makes me salty, then just shout it out! It is my enemy, it is my friend It works both sides, but it always wins It will turn on you, it will guide you It will stay till the end It is like a mummy, kept under wraps It is encapsulated, it’s enclosed It folds, it turns, it curves, and loops It is mushy and delicate, yet yearns to be free It has been since inception It has come a long way, It is stronger than any other part of me It commands everything, it dictates the order, and it dictates the flow It needs a lot of work (Try telling it that!) To specialize in it is of most delicate care Not many know much about it, not many care It goes on undetected, unseen, with very little care