Mind-Full Folly Poem by Smoky Hoss

- I'm quite uncertain
if I've ever had an original thought.
Perhaps I have, but then missed it,
or worse yet, forgot it.
What cruel pranks the human mind plays
upon the body that houses it.
Does it have no gratitude
for the oxygen, the blood flow, the nourishment
it is supplied with by this humble body?
Does it not even once desire to give sincere thanks,
to the eyes
for illuminating its possibilities of knowing
the amazing world all about?
to the ears,
for the sublime sounds
manifested upon it?
to the nose,
that has given it the incredibly delicious sensation
of scent?
or to the taste buds,
that have provided brief ecstatic moments
of culinary delight?
Why does the mind go it's own rambling way?
Flittering to and fro
from one thought to the next,
only briefly passing through the deepest
most wonderful ones, and then
tossing them into the unknown
to be forgotten.
- What folly our uncontrollable parts
put forth for us to contend endlessly with.