I dreamt last night I had to call 911
I can't remember the reason
The point is
I had finally broken the shackles
Of my reasonably boring life
Never before interrupted by the pang of emergency
I was able to ask someone for help for a purely rational reason
And that was that

As the endless and tireless yammerings of life surround me
My mind can curl up into a little ball
Even though I didn’t really need it to

Sometimes I think my mind has a mind of its own
It only asks for forgiveness
Never quite for permission

Sometimes my mind seems like it’s searching
Like an animal hunting its prey
Yet it always seems in the end

To be chasing its own tail
Like a careless curious dog
Just content to have something to do

Sometimes my mind likes to take a seat and watch the madness unfold
And place bets on the most likely winner for the day
I think it secretly likes to bet on the underdogs

I’d like to think that most of these things are broken and need fixing
But my mind knows better
My mind will think and do what I please

An actor was perched in perfect fragility upon the stage
He blurred the lines
Hid behind a shroud
A giant banner of illusion caked within his face

Who could he be?
Did it matter?
Did it matter if it mattered?
He moved this way and that whilst belching his monologue

There was an implied and shared delusion
Within him
Within the audience
He carried himself toward his marks night after night

As the scene drew to a swift and rewarding close
He turned his back to leave
Crossing the lines
Between two worlds occupied in the same space