I am the Master, am I not?

I am the Master

of my mind

am I not?

I demand– move

we move. I urge jump

we jump

Movement I dictate

grabbing

walking

sitting. To analyze is also mine

to process

to track

to think

--

Yet

my lungs inflate

as I sleep? My heart pumps

with rhythm no less?

If an organ shuts down

is that loss of control

or evidence I never had it?

I question

if I hold any control

--

If you have the

remote, do I

place the batteries? is there

a hard reset? do

you dictate whether

I breathe my next

breath?

the fear

of you pulling the

plug

to ignore

warnings? feign ignorance?

--

Are you

parent while

I play conductor? we pretend

I make orders. fun

games

“you’re driving!” you shout, while

you doctor the

pedals. painting

a picture, you deem

color

shapes

where is the

regulation that

controls this union?

--

I get injured, sleep

is forced. reins

were mine but

taken away

system shutdown

panic mode

control ripped

from my fingers. The adult

overrides all

power, usurping my

throne

--

Who gave you

authority to shut

me down? Do

you not question

where ideas come from?

--

The thought of thought

plagues me,

come forth

from the expanse pop

into existence

an observance made

but

am I the one observing?

I do not recall

ordering my body to observe

perhaps ownership

of thoughts is

a fool’s thought

--

If my mind is

Master am I merely

vessel? What of

my soul? Pray tell, what is

my purpose

here?

if I need be

public face of this

operation

so be it. But

tell me the coauthor of

my life so I may

credit them

--

Tell me the

truth. spare me

the coddling. Who is the

Master of

my mind?

mystery

I suppose

will stay buried

still

One last

question

I am the Author

of this

am I not?