The Chemistry of My Mind
My words are like an acid,
But I feel no pain;
They cut through nerveless motives,
The gesture brings no gain.
My dreams are like an enzyme,
Though they fail to synthesize;
They saw a better way,
That time could not materialize.
My memories are like a dye,
That can't change the color of what they're in;
Because today dilutes it,
And my supply of it is gone.
My insecurities are like a crystal,
Obscured by mounting layers;
They are occasionally exposed by a fracture,
That I fill in with poetry and prayers.
My mind is like a compound,
Which no scientist can break;
My identity is deeper than the elements,
A man I can't relate.