The mind is fickle,

Capricious am I, sudden thoughts they trickle

Or creep up when I least expect them to.

Never had I thought I’d feel the way I do.

For many suppose and many assume,

Presumptuous by the dozen, their thoughts consume

And manifest the ever changing mind.

One day you’re a harlot, the next day you find

That you’ve taken what isn’t yours.

You try to justify, clarify, make amends.

For you have done something that wasn’t acceptable.

Forgotten later, but for now unredeemable.

Such is the power of the human mind,

To make or break an image of any kind.

Once broken, it’s impossible to glue back the fabric of your social being,

Once spoken, there’s no taking back the words that tear the seam.

All you can do is wait for the next person to step up,

Take your spot on the social ladder and mess up.

And once your 15 minutes of shame are up,

You can either let it define who you are,

Or you can start being yourself again, the person you knew you always were.

For in that lies the power of the mind,

To persevere, endure in the hardest of times.

For all the times we’ve questioned what we are and our motivation,

Our characters and inclination.

We will go on.

Here’s to the self belief and determination,

Push past on straight on.

It’s me, myself, my mind.