a mind of its own…

a mind of its own…

I thought I was in charge of my own mind,
but this turned out not to be the case.
I thought I would change my mind,
but it turned out my mind decided
when it would change me.
My mind had a mind of its own.

Whenever I looked,
there was a whole lot of stuff going on in there
that seemed to have little to do with me.
What was this ‘me’ anyway?
I was becoming more doubtful than ever.

I thought I knew my own mind,
but this turned out not to be the case;
when I began to probe,
there didn’t seem as much there as I thought:
nothing solid,
just a cloud of thoughts
forming and reforming continuously.

As it all looked quite comforting
I thought I’d lie down in the cotton-wool
and fall asleep.
Maybe I’ll wake up again some time.

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