To lay down the burden
Carried for so long and far
Of a mind driven to perform
At ever increasing pace
In a race to survive

The innumerable swarm of
Distorted impulses signalled
From within and without
Troubling that mind
Agitating, fragmenting,
And compressing it
Mocking its complex, fragile
Sense of personal identity

To be simple is to welcome
Confusion without the continual
Direction of mental commentary

To wallow in stupidity —
That slow, ponderous quality of
Mind of lowered consciousness

To simply make mistakes, to fail
And then simply learn from your
Actions and reactions