I am a victim of my mind
Of it's relentless wanderings and wonderings.
I am a victim of my era
Of it's peculiarities and neccessities

What would occur if
These things didn't affect us so?
A kind of freedom new to man?
Or a lack of exisiting?

I am a victim of my conciousness
Of it's noticing and watching
of it's seeing and looking
Of it's wonderings and wanderings

I am a conditioned victim
Forced to bewoe what isn't worth woe'ing
Forced to angst over the trivial
I am a victim of my mind

My Mind is the victim of Me