Unravelling** Poem by Neil Young

(Cogito, ergo sum - René Descartes)


That slow process is in hand.
I have cut most ties to it.
I am gradually disbelieving
Much of what I've learned,
Unpicking threads of my indoctrination.

This draining of habitual thoughts,
My subtle deviations in routines,
This lifetime's long religion
We call learning is reversed,
Is slow in its unravelling.

I shall not leave a trace of it behind.
I am unsure if you will follow.
I shall not leave a trail for you.
I shall forget the long way back.
I will not return.