My mind is governed by a collective
Factions of the town, village, city
That I am become.
Yet none are in charge of this.
No one is held responsible
For what happens,
The most obvious drawback
To function without leadership
Is accountability.
Blame is the great ender of efforts
Blame is a rack upon which
we hang up our dreams and aspirations
The mind is a terrible thing to
Employ when no one is responsible
For the conclusion it draws
The decisions it makes
The actions it takes
The collective mental community
That make up the thinking representative
voices within my persona
Are an unstudied, undocumented
Uniquely dysfunctional group.
Perhaps, at some timespace
Unknowable eons into the future
There will be a thorough study made
Into this phenomenon
I know as me.
Until such time as the question
Of who is or was the true boss of me?
And where did that voice
spring into being from?
The wheels keep on turning
The destination moves away
Yet again
!yombo