Though I somehow know I never will…

There was a time I lost my mind,

Which seemed a thing I ought to find.

I knew I had to track it down,

So off I went looking all around.

Not knowing where it may have been,

I checked in gutters and garbage bins.

I searched it out through eyes anew

For I had also lost my glasses too!

Minds are big but also small,

Not unlike marbles after all…

I’m not sure precisely when it fled,

At what point it left my weary head,

But with it gone, I was not me.

It felt quite strange someone else to be.

Minds once lost are hard to spot.

You find many things which minds are not.

So many hair ties and baby socks,

Pennies, quarters, pretty rocks.

I found a mug of reddish brown,

From it I daily drink my coffee down.

Trash is everywhere you look,

So I sometimes walked and read a book,

Peering ‘round the pages for

The mind I dropped somewhere on the floor,

Picking up litter as I went,

A new contrition I tried for Lent.

Between the pages of the book I read

I nestled scraps of litter in wordy beds.

I never found the mind I lost.

Its sacrifice was perhaps the cost

I paid for what I found instead:

A treasure hidden in my head.

For years taken was I by writer’s block,

Felt trapped in time, was a broken clock.

But on that quest to be re-sane,

I somehow managed to reset my brain.

And now the blockage is no more,

I’ve words and words and words, galore!

If anything, I’m overwhelmed.

But I’m a glutton, so what the hell!

I’ll gorge on words ‘til I’ve had my fill,

Though I somehow know I never will…