I rise and I fall,
My mind is a racetrack.
I want it all and I want it back,
I’ve been here before: flashbacks, retreat and starting over.
Not as a rule, just survival.
My mind takes off again.
And there is no plug, no light switch.
There is no way I want this as my routine again.
I gave up so much the last time I got out of the ward.
Mind peeling away the rinds and underneath I find that I am responsible for the output, and what goes in, and nothing more.