My Mind

My mind,

My mind likes to think it's useful

My mind wants to rest

As time keeps moving

I want to hiss

Nothing is fair

And everything is cruel

When will my mind

Be a drool?

At least I can admit

With all the chaos around me

I am able to dysfunction

With such grace.

I've lived this far

And I blame my brain.

It is the only thing,

that keeps me sane.