Rebirth

Another poem today, because why not? Bit of a Buddhist slant on this one, but really just talking about the complexities of, well, all of us.

Rebirth

My mind is not like the earth,

There is no day and night.

All thoughts run into each other,

There is no dark and light.

My brain does not have seasons,

It’s so much more complex.

Every moment I am reborn,

Every thought is a reflex.