whatareyouthinking

I was still, I was wild
Detached like a child
With a conscience undefiled
And a quiet mind so sound
Without a thought in sight
Yet this psyche once so mild
Turned against itself, reviled
For a state of mind beguiled
Of thoughtless existence
Set to incite the trite

Someway, somehow, please stop—
this Brain Noise
That purged our souls of peace and joys
Of life and love and laughs and poise
And changed our minds to jackals’ toys
Someway, somehow, please stop—
this Brain Noise!

Sought sound stimulation
A quest for liberation
Of dialogue deliberation
That the neurons would cease-fire
And end my inner war!
Tried to send my rumination
On perpetual vacation
Not without anticipation
Of this silence for a moment
But obsession all the more!

Someway, somehow, just turn down—
the Brain Noise
That purged our souls of peace and joys
Of life and love and laughs and poise
And changed our minds to jackals’ toys
Someway, somehow, just turn down—
this Brain Noise!

It’s not really what we think
But the volume of the thoughts
That drowns the sounds of Peace
And Hope and Joy reduced to naught
Hyperreflection just the product
Or the sum of all we’re taught?
Is detachment just a dream
Of all in all and all we ought
to be…?

© 2004 J. “Xakk” Marshall