"yammerings" poems
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
Jan 25, 2016
Jan 25, 2016 at 11:11 PM UTC