My Mind
My mind wants to reach out
and grab something electrifying:
something that has the power
to make it feel alive
My mind: it has been hard at work
earning money,
bringing bread and making the bed
for everyone around,
trying to act normal like the rest of the lot,
being one in an infinite queue; numb
But it wants to feel alive
and it tells me to pinch myself,
feel pain,
feel passion: raw and unhinged
and make love like a lion in the savannah
or run towards the sun and try and grab it
and burn the hands in the process
It begs me to wallow in the mud,
and scream at the mountains
and listen to the echo bouncing off into infinity;
and I want to surrender to its demands
and go crazy
and scream till my voice soars above the clouds
and drifts into space
I want to do all that before my mind
settles into a passive existence:
I am scared of drowning in my mind
