Mind, you are a disease,
You ail me, afflict me
Who will believe me if I say,
The words you utter kill me from within?
Mind, can you be still?
Calm and composed like the ocean,
Patient and observant,
Not taking in and tossing out each thought you encounter
Mind, take a deep breath,
The world will not fade,
Knowledge will not flee,
The sun won't turn blue
And the moon won't become a deflated balloon
Mind, your appetite for vengeance
can never be satisfied
Stop throwing knives indiscriminately,
And stop burning effigies
Of people who wronged you years ago
Mind, there's a constant anthem,
You seem unable to halt that rhythm,
Ennui, ennui, ennui—everything is a blur,
Create something and mess it up,
Build something and give it up
Constancy is a fool's dream,
Quixotic, even, one might say
O Mind, you are a pharmakon
For all that you are,
For all of your faults and shortcomings,
You still are the cure
All that you can be,
O, all that you strive for,
It's all in your hands,
I'm but a humble servant.

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A budding writer's collection
PoetryJust a bunch of poems written as and when I feel to write them