Do I Hate My Mind?

My mind a fountain,

Of thoughts and possibilities.

I shape and mold the world

As I see, or as none did.

But sometimes I drown in air,

In the waves of my thoughts.

I lose my sanity, my touch of reality

And neglect what I've got, or pretend to.

I curse my mind,

For being so wild and free.

I long for a kinder world, a harder heart

Clarity and focus, not possible in the world.

But then I realize

My mind's a treasure of possibilities.

A source to make a whole new world

Kinder and sweeter, lovely and beautiful.