My Mind

My mind I think or maybe myself my soul a friend that sits on the shelf He talks to me quiet in small simple terms I listen sometimes but never do learn he seems so wise with years time I listen to flavor the wandering mind he thinks yes no stop he counts up my blessings winds up a clock he seems so wise but fool to such things as longing pain sex strings so much beyond not touched by the lies he talks to me angry bitter and kind plunders my fortune enables my spine drinks of the fruit drunken in wine sees to the future truth shine darkens my door sees when I’m blind encourages sin then torches my soul with shadrack meshack and abendego lures me in arouses my deep seeded lust to bite in my teeth Look what you’ve done! you naked shame the life be damned that gave us our name! burn burn you innocent fellow! your week in your age soft mellow He shows me a sky sunset on field nudges my breast slow yield wanting it all sin and taste curses the God that built me this place Chained maybe from innocent crimes my self my love my hate my mind