Losing My Mind

“I think...” I thought but I had no sooner thought the thought than it claimed independence from me. “Thought is free! ” it shouted in ringing Shakespearean tones. I acted at once imprisoned it in some deep dank dark dungeon at the back of my mind knowing that if it succeeded in seceding from me & gained autonomy that other thoughts would come (one upon one) until they eclipsed me in a wink think me out of existence. I put down the rebellion with extreme prejudice but now find I have inaugurated Guerrilla warfare as thoughts snipe at me blow up the bridges of consciousness that I think into being. I feel myself weakening and fear becoming a prisoner in my own mind kept in chains (mentally speaking) by the Thought Police and what I am thinking of trying not to think.