Break it up, break it up
store it in boxes
divide it into compartments
with neat little labels
and color-coded dividers…
Leave some things here,
in this odd storage;
You’ll feel lighter.
And the rest?
Well, they’re free to be;
free to roam,
except when opposites
become truth.
But it’s my mind –
it don’t quite fit
within these bonds I’ve created
to restrain its willful roaming…
And sorting
is now a bit of a personal nightmare;
It seems
the more and the more
I attempt to refrain
from the compartmental,
the more I find
in these hurt lockers;
put away, forgotten –
break it up,
but don’t bring it home.
Kayfucius 