WITHIN THE WONDERS OF MY MIND

Why is it

that some memories

persist intruding

while others linger

but seldom interrupt

my mind’s agenda?

 

I’d like

better access

to what is stored there.

 

I’d prefer

to sift through my past

until I found what’s pleasing

and pull it out for pondering.

 

But I am at the mercy

of my own humanity.

 

I  lack the power

to orchestrate what ensues

within the wonders of my mind.

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