Imagination quit playing tricks with my mind
Why wonder every day what I am leaving behind.
How do I stop the thoughts I do not want to lose?
How can I even begin to choose?
A flutter of a feather, A whisper in the breeze,
Hearing many voices my mind they do tease.
Right? Wrong? Evil or good? The truth I must gain,
Voices of insanity, voices of mystery, let go my brain.
© Cynthia Clark