My Mind

December 11, 2011
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I walked to the edge of insanity
Just myself and
I strode to the beach and felt the sand between our feet,
As the Eye passed above us with souring infinity.
The walls of cloud circled overhead,
A cathedral of milky contours and black windows.
The blue sparks danced over themselves looking for love
Always grinding themselves against the unforgiving wall.
I stare into myself through the portals of a glassy day
Imagining the reflection I must present.
Wondering if I will be reelected next term,
Or cast aside as a tyrant out to be.
See I am the greatest, the best, the end speed,
And the fiend at the heart of my madness.
And this girl watches this struggle between myself and myself,
One Eric within Eric struggling to get out
And as I glance up at this mountain of moisture towering above
I realize that I am not Eric within Eric within myself.
I am merely the conduit of existence of my thoughts.
I don’t control. I don’t exist.
My mind has a mind of its own.

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