In The Mind's Eye

It’s not every day
When that one ray
Of sunlight, bright, warm
And wishing no harm,
Will light your soul,
The one that you stole
From your loving self.

My soul was never taken. I have all I need.

So, then,
No Zen
Or cheap
Weekly creep
To Psychiatrist
Spewing mist
Will help.

My mind is all I need.

Then
Lessen
Your
Claw
(Scrambling,
Praying)
Trying
(Failing)
To catch a dream.