As my mind wanders around corners in a maze of desire

it wants what it wants

like a kid in a candy store

and sometimes

it becomes sick

of sweets

looking from one treat to the next

without interest

A mind without desire

is free

needing no stimulation

but then emotions flood the banks of my boredom

with aggressive, expansive, visions

leading other minds

in a world regulated

and sedated

I’m lifting weights

running on a cold trail

my insides are mad

because limits are fake

and everyone believes in them

So, I have to believe in something different.