Those ramblings of the mind-
They seem so benign
At first sight
To fight them seems
Like a waste
Of time
After all
They are mine-
Be it through
Circumstance
Or
By design
So very
Human
So divine
Yet unlike wine
They do not age
As well with time
In fact they
Rot
Corrupt
Confine
The brightest lights
In godless shrines
A sign of
Weakness
So they say
You're overworked
It's not your day
This too shall pass
Smile it away
And you do
But they persist
You're not okay
And days are long
And months replay
Years pass
They're here
To stay
But could there be
Another way
To live with them?
To disobey?
There just may
Find the trigger
Acknowledge the pattern
The former's a constant
What matter's
The latter
When you sense it
Emerge cease all
The chatter
Let it
Shatter
In silence
The ramblings will scatter