Try not to think, not think too much.
Try hard to limit what you think or say or write
To careful, cautious words that favour what is right,
Seems right, reflects the way you’ve learned,
The way you taught yourself, to limit what gets out,
What can be said, expressed, exhaled, expelled
Like poison from a fevered body, fevered mind,
A spirit held in self-made, well-worn chains.
Self-made? Self-mad more like. A madness so perfected
Others take it for a measured state of mind,
Mistake it for some kind of equilibrium. Normality,
The wretched soul’s best hiding place. Out here.
In plain sight where all one needs is mediocrity.
