Rational Irrationalist Poem by Darin Bolvin

There's no key in the world to unlock my mind

No shrink to help be unseen, what you may find

Stored away in a gray matter sanctum

The place where my realities are whatever I make them.

From my tiptoes into insanity and the leaps to depression

Every one, a locked away lesson.

There's no peace for the wicked; Thus my mind forever races

Eternally running through its' paces

Faces remembered, distorted, and forgot

Could it be that rational thinking is just for naught?

A scapegoat for the 'intelligent' and what they have wrought?





...Well now, there's a thought.