Scenarios endless
By a producing intimidator:
My adolescent brain.
The one must most comfortable
To me is the correct
But a weary mind
Gives way to fantasy,
Fantasy of the type that depresses.
It negates the enjoyments that
Previous experience has dictated.
Your mind is too fickle,
Letting impossibilities or
Unlikelihoods come to fruition only under
The fact that your frustration
Allowed the very thing feared to happen.
Let it happen seems such an obstacle
When that is the basis
Of sheer happenstance,
But something so troubling and
Enviable to the heart
Is so readily pushed for
Though its occurrence inevitable.
Let the heart dictate the mind
Not the other way around
For the mind is a primordial
Ooze of self-denial
Stifling hope.
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