Are You What You Write?

Or does what you write define you?

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If I’m like most writers, ideas spring to mind

at the most inopportune time

I’m in the shower, or I’m driving,

or in the checkout at the local mart

They come unexpected like a fart

Who controls my thoughts? Not me. Someone unseen

Someone who, has never been

Where I have been

Someone who resides inside my head

It is said

My psychiatrists are in the know

Who can explain what it all means

To me, and others

The dull-witted and the slow

Experiences over time

Helped often by wine

If thoughts are all mine

And wherever I go

My thoughts will slide along

And intrude

Shall I write them or no?

Wherever they go

They can lead me to write

Or lead me to mope

On things unsaid and unread.