I Love My Mind But...

It gets on my way every too often Spreading its dust into my eyes I stumble and fall with ease My legs full of pride Standing up is always painful I love my mind but... It is not as perfect as I thought It is often derailed out of its sphere of influence With wheels made of strings of neurons It is like a jellyfish in a box My mind is too stubborn to know That its sting is as painful as a syringe full of toxins It keeps on injecting me with strange thoughts That keep me awake all night It is the shadowy figures of fear, hopelessness and uncertainty That keep my mind away from the hospitality of my body and soul I love my mind but... It is too logical to know the limits of my capabilities It keeps on pushing me to the limits To places where algorithms are less likely to work Places where strange patterns of thoughts are everywhere It is a hyperrealistic realm of delusions and illusions My mind is not only a place of comfort It is also a dungeon of some sorts Harbouring nasty thoughts and weird feelings Strange places far away from my heart I love my mind but it is not my best friend My best buddy is my heart I love my heart because it is always silent Pushing through the darkest hours It does not skip a heartbeat and carries on through the storm It is always close to my body and soul It gives me comfort and peace Even when I am stranded in faraway imagined places It is always at home inside the substance of my being ©Kenneth Maswabi