Train of Thought on the
Thought stifles life
Writing is a symptom
of the thinking disease
Noise in my head
Receiving every
signal but not hearing one
Why bother tuning?
Patterns make us
comfortable
But I’m leaning back
on plastic
They don’t put
cushions where I need them
‘Cause I need a
different cushion
I’d rather be in pain
And put up with
discomfort
Than pretend I’m
comfortable with their cushion
The mental loss to
lie in sitting
Will change the way
one sits
To sit in pain is not
to lose
Pain can’t sustain
itself for long
The mind grows bored
and starts to play
Sensations change and
go adrift
I’m on their cushion
now
It’s not that soft
Nor comfortable
It’s just as bad
I’m twice as mad I
chose to sit this way
When the mind
disobeys itself
It listens to its
master
We are slaves of
slaves
And the strongest
slaves among us
Claim one more stake
of our freedom
Misbehave and please
the slaves
And then we’ll all be
free
Stand up; don’t sit
Make your discomfort
visible and contagious
Then find comfort