The Energy of The Mind
By Veronica Belanger ’24
Today and tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow, tired I find
myself running on the hamster wheel of my own mind.
It leaves me wandering in place, in complete confusion While it runs and jumps (mostly to conclusions).
I just want a break, to ease this aching head.
Sleep becomes my ocean, I’m in the boat that is my bed.
Even while unconscious, my brain cannot rest.
It won’t slow down, pounding like the heart in my chest,
Weaving these tales, ‘dreams’ as they’re called:
Sometimes they’re soft and lovely, sometimes I’m left appalled
How does my brain know things that I do not?
I’d try to take control, but that’s a battle that should not be fought.
I’ve left it to its own device, wandering as it pleases I just listen closely to all its ranting and its speeches
I attempt to keep up with its pace, I really and truly try, but why, oh, why must my brain have more energy than I?