The Human Condition…

Waking quite early, my mind racing,

A ramble of the shambles my mind is tracing,

Remembering all that it contacts,

The mind does find everything to be gracing,

All that we have, all that we are, all we will ever be,

The mind has it all, for future use, so I will end up being me…

Early in the morning & late at night,

My mind does race to control what might,

I seem to have more inner sight,

Yes early morning and late at night…

Did I discuss anything about the condition?

Or did I assume you understood?

From this my early morning composition,

Try do I to speak as clearly as possible,

Unlike that of a governmental employee or politician…

The mind does flow with changes in the moon,

Much like the ocean, the rivers, we all will too soon,

Our thoughts categorized by governmental bodies,

Orwells eighty-four passed in time, not far from our doors,

Hope you don’t think of me, herein, that of a loon,

As these are the ways my processes do process this far before noon…

                                © ed 8/29/04