Finders Keepers

I find what I lose most is my mind.

It’s fine, but leads me to inquire:

I see the world; the world sees me

Me, I think, flips so easily to we

We tell me what I ought to be

I lose days to “what is wrong with me?”

No mind, we can seek what we find

I, me, we, can all find what we lose most is our goddamn mind

Whether or not to capitalize that g and maybe the d is a single line

describing that quest or yearning, the sacred divine

“Yeah, me too, I Am”

The rest, of course, is perfectly implied