The Unending Brain

I think in one direction
And then in another
Then I get stuck in one path
Until I get smothered
Downward I spiral
Until I get to the crux
Of the panic, the fear
The firmness, the flux
The sad happiness
That sinks and swims
The insignificant addiction
That empties and brims
The fullness of nothing
The unwed commitment
The rock on the hard place
Unproven indictment

The swelling brain
Never silent or trite
The enduring mind
Full of weakness and might
The self that knows
If nothing is sure
Then nothing means anything
And life has no cure

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