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By Fatima Mackizadeh

Attention or control,

Oh it fools me I reckon, circadian beckons,

Resides unsolicited,

asleep or awake, always in an alert state

No gears work, pace of its own,

Though it comforts me, I resent it fully

My life is not mine, it belongs to my mind

Redeems and reclaims all that I possess

Recollections, beliefs, sensations, passions

they listen to it, against my demands

mind, this mind

Will it ever leave me alone?

So I can find my own.

By Fatima Mackizadeh

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