Prepackaged and sold on sale.
Mass produced.
I want new thoughts.
one dimensional and full of color.
Easily Amused.
Tell the muscles around my eyes to relax.
Those around my mouth to contract.
The tension around my heart to ease.
Please.
A new space for storage.
Recycle my memory with more courage.
For something else.
Because what my mind has flipped upright
through the tunnel that are my eyes
is not what I want to remember this by.
This journey so far.
Coated by layers of guilt.
Where can I place this damn blame.
Of others for their actions and non actions and words.
My mind's playing tricks again.
I tried to reboot.
But the only thoughts that were erased
were the ones I wanted to hold on to.
Restart
Retry
Re-this
Re-that.
I can't change what is in the past.
This I am sure of.
But I can change tomorrow, or at least how its perceived.
A brand new, mass produced mind is the key.
