My mind is a constant battleground between what is right and what is real.
How do I tell which voices are mine and which are those of other people,
Simply influencing my thoughts.
Where do my thoughts stop and where do theirs begin.
I can tell what they are thinking.
They think I am nuts.
Am I?
Sometimes I think I am.
Maybe I should go to therapy.
But then why should I pay someone to tell me I am nuts?
I run my hand through my dirty hair and scratch my head.
Maybe I will wash it today.
Maybe I just don't feel like it.
Why do I bother no one cares how I look.
No one cares if I am short fat tall thin black white or green for that
matter.I live in an annomous world thru a computer.
Don't we all wish life could be that way.
no one judging you by race color or gender.
But it is not real.
It is only a fictional place created by our own imaginations where we can be
As tall or thin as we want.
We can be smart or dumb.
We can be old or young.
No one knows the truth.
No one knows what lies within the troubled soul at the other end of the
Computer cable.
No one knows the reality of the lives people live here.
They don't care who you are.
It doesn't matter if in reality you are a banker, or a hooker.
How can anyone find out.
Will you tell them you work on a street corner, even if you really do.
Would anyone believe you if you told them?
People weave a wonderful tale of princes and love so that anyone may become
Entranced.
It is often hard to sort the reality from what one wants to be reality.
When he says he is cute, is he really.
When she says thin, how do you define that.
Who is to say what is beautiful.
I know there are many fashion models, making millions.
But how come some look like 12 year old boys?
Why do some have the face of a water washed imagine, nothing special.
Just fractures with no impression.
No life.
Take the Mona Lisa for instance.
How is she so entrancing that generations of men and women have admired her.
I find her dull.
Almost lifeless.
A creation derived from the artist's mind.
A mind.
A wondrous thing.
Only God could create such a wondrous thing, yet leave us each with
Limitations on usage.
Each person with different abilities.
Each being with different qualities of mind.
One so loving.
The next so cold.
One with quick wit.
The next even brighter but slowing the process to where it may be understood
By all.
Where will my mind take me?
I don't know.
But wherever it is I think I am willing to go.
It never hurts to think something new.
Until your old thoughts begin to disappear and you lose yourself.
But then isn't the self-an ever changing entity.
Designed to create mystery and wonder in world to which there is none.
This question may never be answered.
But in my life I will always be wondering should it be.
My Mind