The Other Mind

 

In the hidden machinations of my mind

my motivations, desires and reactions are alert

From an inner darkness, from nowhere

a part of me remains independent and free

with no origins or control, it guides me alone

Explanations and reasons escape me and confound

my thoughts often have a quality that are not mine

Sometimes shocked even appalled am I

then a mental breeze pervades in some obscure way

and calm is restored

This cannot be my mind at work

fathoming or calculating the world about

it is borne of something remote and deep

Why is this so; is it to confuse or assist?

I think not as it plays a separate game

taking a different route

Yet it is mine, I own it, it has the seal of my identity

It can resist me or concur, but where

does this lead me and for what?