This Mind

Mental corridors
Neural pathways
Metal jackets
Bright white
Taut guards
Carry keys
Of clarity
Down
Dusty pathways.
Dark crevices
Conceal
Cracked
Regrets
Relegated
To the recesses of the mind.
This mind;
A masterpiece
Not easily mastered
Not easily maintained.
Sweet paradigms
Mental cacophony
To shift that which is
To that which may be
Shatters the manacles
Mental confines
Explode.
Then,
I am here.
We are here.
We are.