This mind is not mine
Its made up of
So many pieces
I didn’t choose
I have to tear it down
And attempt
To rebuild
With something like
My own influence on it
This mind is not mine
It’s a minefield
It’s an algorithm
It’s everything I’ve ever been taught
It’s trauma and time
It’s not mine
It’s all the little variables
That shape my thinking
Its the west
And Jesus
And Capitalism
It is my parents
And my siblings
It’s my friends
And social media
It is the chaos
Of the internet
Sometimes I feel
Like the internet
Is just a reflection
Of our own psyche
It’s the ADD
That everyone seems to have these days
This mind is not mine
It is you
And everything we choose
It’s the intentional and unintentional
It’s the Other
It’s the collective
This mind is not mine
It’s a piece of the hive
It's everything in front
And everything behind
This mind is not mind
I only have
A slight influence on it
Brief moments of freedom
Provide opportunities
To nudge my programming
In a slightly different direction
This mind is not mine
It’s all of the writers and thinkers
That have molded the collective conscious
This mind is them
And everything else
It’s all of nature
And the collective behavior
It’s Plato and his teacher
It’s N.W.A playing through my speaker
It’s my third grade teacher
And a baptist preacher
This mind is not mine
It’s you and Camus
It’s Dostkesky
And Dirk Noweski
It’s Bukowski
And Orwell
It’s the God in heaven
And the Devil in hell
This mind is not mine
It is
The current time
It’s history
Stuck on rewind
It’s science and art intertwined
This mind
Belongs
To the bong
And a fighter
Who declared himself a writer
The little blonde boy
Who was always so hyper
This mind is not mine
It’s a mine
That I must dig into
To find
My gold
Buried in the darkness
Deep under the layers
I peel them back
And find led
With the potential
To shine
And maybe then
I can make some of this mind
mine.
-C.H.
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