Where are you, my peaceful mind?
you call on me, from time to time
you make me question what is mine
through fields of corn, and city grime
where are you, my active mind?
you dart, you dash, you intertwine
my habits, as I’m so inclined
but choices, hardly worth my time
where are you, my precious mind?
to what decree are you assigned?
to what degree are you aligned?
and are these questions really mine?
L.M. 1:03 p.m., January 20th, 2015.
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