It’s funny how years just
meld into an eternal circumstance of

mind;

I thought I left behind
the circumstance of my youth,
yet the memory haunts me.

Taunts me,

No! and now only the memory
I find can comfort me.
The memories I find define this
eternal circumstance of mind, and

Comfort me.

This eternal circumstance is all I have.
The years it represents,

defines

me. I am my own eternal circumstance;
I should be comfortable in that definition.
I never knew the present definition until it was

past.

I cannot know this present definition: I create
and define myself in the present.

I cannot know myself in this present;
cannot know this mind.
And all the while all the years go on melding,
melding on into the memories of this

mind.

So compelled I am to find, I have to know
this present state of mind, this
eternal circumstance, I have to find,
define, this eternal circumstance.

I have to understand

This prison of a mind.