My Mind

My biggest fear has always been to lose my mind To wake up one morning and find That I no longer recognize the people around me That I will no longer know my own identity People say they cannot live without a material thing A book, a person, or music to which they can sing But the grief over a loss can be ended Unlike the mind, which when gone can’t be mended When you’re all alone your mind is your friend You can create stories with pages that never have to end You can sing a song with notes that go on You can live in a world where all the bad things are gone Imagine one day that your friend is gone The stories ended and the notes didn’t go one All is silent inside of your head Because what made you, you is now dead You would no longer know your own identity No longer know your company That is why I dread to find That one day I will have lost my mind