Gray matter(s)?? is a poem about the state of mind in dilemma but is yet,left unanswered
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Your mind controls you? Or you control your mind? How do you judge if you control your mind? Or is it the other way round? Is it that you have two minds? Or it’s your mind in disguise? Is it your heart that rewinds you? Or your mind that is patronizing it? A matter of a million thoughts Dying and born every picosecond! What is it trying to do? Finding relations between facts and attitude? Or is it a mixture of theories and postulates? Building constant worries? Or eradicating caused memories? Nibbling unknown treachery? Or diminishing false merries? Finding imagination? Or imagination! Finding the not explored? You fancy an image? Or project it on a curtain of tissue? You mask a given shield? Or unveil the uncovered? Is it some sort of a conception? Or some kind of fuzzy interrogation? Is it that you reached some conclusion? Or a state of an obscure dilemma? Is it fair to go with jeopardy? Or is it easy to stay bashful? Is it that it has normative entries? Or a deluge of unwanted frippery? Is it a rush of dejection? Or a display of blissful euphoria? What is it??? What is it that’s going on in your mind?? What do your thoughts sum up to?? What is my gray matter?? ???? |