Labyrinth of Mind
Within the labyrinth of mind
There are dead ends
Places where your
thoughts refuse to take you
Or where you refuse to take your thoughts.
And then there are familiar paths
The well trodden.
But those don’t take you anywhere either
Just over and over through the same circles
The trick is breaking through
Before you break down.
These borders must not contain you.
They’re after all just the lines you drew
To map the world in earlier days.
And they were drawn in pencil after all.
And maps can be recharted after all
Must be recharted.
Do stop telling yourself the same stories.
You are boring and well trodden.
Sunday, March 11, 2007
Creative Writing: Labyrinth of Mind
Here is a first-draft poem I wrote this weekend. Note the phrase "first draft."