Mind's Eye Poem by Izik Alcox

Intrepid explorer of my mind's eye
Shallowly fleeing I am from this lie
Couldn't stay behind to say goodbye
Couldn't contain this urging cry

Lifted I feel, as the irregularities become the norm
Gifted I feel, blessed with the surge of the storm

One might ask what I run from
To this I ask you for a crumb
Of your thoughts on some
Those pronounced to be dumb

Shifted around, apathy is the enemy of our generation
Sifted around, procrastination it's aid in preparation

Suffocating another memory I must
My mind's eye has a full crust
So I run away with the wind's gust
Leaving behind a clot of trust

Drifted past, the truth of my denial
Sifted past, the reality of my guile

Sharpened are my senses
Behind all these fences
Piled high in pretenses
Of the need for defenses

So what do I run from, I run from myself
Where can I go, to my mind itself