Category : Poems

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A long time ago 
I used to think 
I had a mind of my own 


Convinced I could draw up appropriate plans
But all I achieved 
Was make all the gods laugh 
As I struggled to pretend I wasn’t going to rust


Now I no longer can be so sure
Of the meaning of patterns 
That my dry eyes discern 


A mind of my own 
A human kind to which I’d belong 
(Oh, dreams, dear ghosts of the past)
Only to realize brutally fast
It might as well all be happening 
In the mind of someone 
(Not me)
Who draws random cards from a stack 
To govern all of our lives 


You’ll ask
Is it in God that you trust?
Trust, I will tell you,
Is a thing of the past
A god there may be 
But let me ask you right back 
Did God ever trust in us?