Too many times I attempted,
To break the bridging gap that stood,
Between my sound mind and my head,
But, something I misunderstood.
To train my thoughts I need a gear,
A pause, stop, forward and play switch,
So if any strange thoughts appear,
I would quickly tell which is which.
To teach my thoughts I need my head,
In ace, fast and normal action,
That said, I need to be well fed,
Else I would use just a fraction.
I was master over my thoughts,
But they turned master over me,
With a whip and some cool soft shots,
They would be back where they should be.