Mind Yourself

Mind,

You unexplainable entity

That rests upon my shoulders.

You toy with thought

A puppeteer at his show

Weaving threads between your fingers

Like a pianist upon his keys.

Yet, are you always the harmonious type?

You find it upon yourself to disperse a cloud of silence.

Within it,

You’re safe.

You know there is no escape.

The thoughts remain where they rightfully should

Before someone finds the hidden key

And unlocks them all.

You find it’s the details,

The minuscule tricks

The plays on words

The intricacies of modern conversation

The tone and syntax of language

That calms you in all the right ways.

What if,

One day

I just said:

no?

My mind has become a storage of words not my own

I had begun to imagine a life without the knowledge of your existence.

We move,

Like water to rock

So destructlively,

So naturally,

Yet,

So unknowingly.

I suppose in dispositions like these

And the future ones I will endure

I will learn to make better choices

And mind myself,

Rather than you minding me.