While looking for my missing mind
I got lost in the labyrinth of myself,
Stumbled instead into a bedroom
And found my sleeping soul.
Vulnerable and naked lying there
I could see through it to eternity,
Filling my heart with tender love.
Gently covered it up and tiptoed out.
Heard the beat of drums and cymbals
From another room down the hall,
Where my consciousness was trying
To wake up everyone in sight.
Couldn’t stay long, too much going on.
Then found my sub-conscious cowering
In a corner trying to decide what to feed
To the other entities in the home.
Two turns later precariously balancing
On a ladder was my reckless self.
Did not want to scare it and make it fall
So I retreated quietly back down the hall.
Out on a balcony overlooking the pool
I came across my contemplating self
Sitting quietly at a small round table
Staring into nothing, composing a poem.
Heard a lot of laughter
Behind a slightly open door
Where my happy self was sitting
Watching Laurel and Hardy on TV
Got to the library full of books
Where my intellectual self was
Immersed in the birth of the universe
Oblivious to everything around
Started to get scared and worried
Of never finding my missing mind
Having to live the rest of my life
Mindlessly roaming the streets
Finally, in the living room of my mind
Found only a yellow stick-it note
“Got restless, had to go out for a stroll,
I may be back……or maybe not”