I took a wrong turn in my brain today
The wrong neurons fired along the way
My train of thought more than went astray
When I took a wrong turn in my mind
Towards memories I once put aside
Pains my subconscious tried to hide
Into images affronting my precious pride
When I took a wrong turn in my mind
And I desperately tried to pull myself back
Reroute my thoughts on to the right track
But the muck pulled me farther and gave me no slack
When I took a wrong turn in my mind
And so I stood tall and looked up to see
Every memory and image confronting me
And searched out where any others might be
When I took a wrong turn in my mind
Before long, though I came to find
That I had been wise to have kept myself blind
So I turned my eyes down and followed in kind
To find the right path in my mind
There are times in life when it is emotionally unsafe to let your mind wander. At those times, it's best to keep looking forward, sticking to the straight and narrow path of what is rather than what was, might have been, or might be.
A note on the presence of a rhyme scheme: it felt appropriate to give a little structure to a poem about losing my way.
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