Your Idiot Mind
Funny that while walking on autopilot
you can of a sudden find your own mind
talking to itself in the middle of a dirt track.
It is flatter than usual, it must have been
picked up by something larger than life
then dropped from a great height.
You walk around it
careful not to tread on its splatter.
It keeps yapping to itself
as if oblivious of your presence.
Only then do you snap back
into pilot mode,
but it's no longer you that's the pilot
it's your idiot mind,
and its now peering out of your eyes
as if it owns you.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2023
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