Marathon Mind
I’ve got thoughts racing,
but never crossing the finish line,
never one that takes the lead.
a few tumble behind,
colliding and bursting in flames.
one dies,
trampled and shot.
but still a continuous race,
without a specific end,
or particular track,
without distinct competitors.
Ideas snake in cutting off
Rational thought, that stumbles to stay standing.
In this race of my mind
there exists no referee or rulebook –
anything goes.
A speedy Stereotype slide tackles my good judgment,
shins bleeding in agony.
It’s a brutal fight-
evil versus evil,
good versus good,
rarely relevance intervenes.
any hint of logic or common sense
is quickly taken down by
Free will-
A spastic kid that’s feet are too big for his shoes.
It’s a fight to stay alive,
Dodging punches and diving through fire.
The marathon of my mind
has many casualties.
