The mind is a a terrible thing.
Keeps people up at night.
Eyes wide open,
Looking at the darkness.
Thinking in circles.
Going into a tunnel of thoughts,
no light at its end.
The mind keeps people prisoners
locked between the walls of ifs and buts,
walking barefoot on embers,
and shaking the bars drawn by the moon
Peeking through the blinds.
Thoughts as food
And thoughts as keepers.
Lives doing time.