Description: A random piece about working ones mind to reclaim sanity and maintain normality. Mind housekeeping if u wil.
Reclaiming The Sane -------------------------------------------
I find it time to modify me again.
Questing for meanings besting me -
bloated blockages in my brain.
I need to twist out the tar thats
keeping me from sane.
My only intent is to end the futile manhunt.
The search for malignant thoughts so redundant.
If only i wasn't so reluctant on selecting memories to destroy or disband.
Earlier this action could've made it easier to maintain the sanity strand.
As i start to delve deeper into myself
i face the keeper of broken debris scattering me.
I exist standing in a room covered with shelf.
Retrieving a book i open and take a look inside..
What could there be to hide?
The book reveals my active thought train...
Ideas produced for only recognition and self gain...
This leaves me infused with disposition and pain.
Few things can compare or measure the strain.
I jump to work hastily to blott out this dividing stain.
I close the dusty doors and mop the murky floors of broken recollection.
That's how i replace forgotten wars waged in misdirection.
I erase and rewind the errors in my mind to talk with fresh conviction.
I then free myself of the tainted gallery forming my soul's collection.
I feel myself rigidly realigning, my restored attention pulls me in the right direction.
I always struggle to reclaim the sane..
But luckily i was able to do it again..
Thus my being becomes the vision i'm seeing.
Sometimes all we need is a bit of cleaning.
Again i win the gain, the strict game i play to unstain the pain corroding my brain.
Smiling i forge onwards knowing if i fight hard enough i will attain...