The Mind: My Home

Mike Schneider

I live in the mind.

I never leave here.

Sometimes I wander,

But never too far.

Much more than

Axons,

Dendrites,

Nervous tissue,

Blood vessels

—It is my home.

I stay here

No matter where I go.

Thinking before acting

Comprehending before

Moving forward—everything is decided here.

Never constant,

But always familiar

Always expanding

Forming truths

Reflecting on times past;

Repeating that sweet old melody

That grandmother used to hum

The hustle and bustle

Of a thousand cities;

The tranquility and silence

Of a good night’s sleep

Still a mystery to me

And to its self

Always

New doors

To open

Windows

To look out of

No walls

Or ceiling

Secluded

But liberating