Rummaging through billions of brain cells in a million cluttered closets just now,
feeling the pressure of a pressing situation that needed to be quickly resolved,
I, the one with the question, found myself being attracted to a cluster of certainty.
Luckily for me, my answer was all in a bunch. Therefore, I picked it out.
I made a decision. I made a choice. I made up my mind.
Or did I?
“Hold on, hold on, hold on just a minute!”, says me.
Whilst I was attempting to grasp the moment, it occurred to me alone.
Did I just make up my mind, or was the correct choice presented to me?
If I just made up my mind, who is the one who gave me a choice?
If I said, “I am the one,” then who in the hell is this I that makes up my mind?
Stupefied, I let go of the moment in order to carry on.
Am I my mind? Is it mine? Did one of my minds just make up the other?
Or did I choose amongst a set of minds that were already made?
I thinks this is what they mean when they say, “You are falling to pieces.”
Another piece of me replied, “I want us all to be of the same mind.”
“What are you thinking? You have to be out of your mind!”, I exclaimed.
I must be me with no mind.
I conjure one up when necessary, and never before it is due.
I have a mind to do just that, so I will do that now.
Who cares if it’s not what I had in mind. Who?