MELANCHOLY MIND

Mind over matter

Body at war

Feeling a feeling

I never felt before

Not quite empty

Thoughts keep me filled

The bottle is cracked

Golden flask spilled

Kenny was a swimmer

And so was I

But now he’s older

And I don’t cry

Tears are for the weak

Or perhaps the brave

I don’t know where to visit you

Hindus don’t have a grave

I wish you would just come

Sit with me in quiet

I know we’ve all moved on

But please, just try it

Choose peace for once

And I promise I’ll keep it safe

You built me up a home

Only to treat me like a waif

I’m counting my blessings

As I always do

But lately I’ve been struggling

To get past the number two

One for the matter

And one for the mind,

I hope that these words

Make sense of some kind.