Out of My Mind

I do not come here often,
But when it rains it pours,
And as I gaze out this foggy window,
I know I've been here before.

This place where everything is sorted out,
But where everything's confused,
Where though I may be frustrated
I am ultimately amused.

This where that exists nowhere,
This place that's not a place;
This thing that mutes pride,
But not the fear of disgrace.

The emptiness that's brimming,
The matter that doesn't matter;
The sound that is silent,
The silence that clatters.

Where I am I do not know,
But I've been here many times-
This place tucked away inside my head,
Somewhere out of my mind.


IDOMAD, 2009