My Mind

"I can't stand my own mind."*
Standing over my shoulder
Minding all my business,
As the world keeps getting colder.

With a heavy thickness
Hiding just how cynical
My view of the world is,
I yearn for the mythical.

Not believing what is,
Trusting more than what is seen.
I seek what is deeper,
The substance behind the sheen.

What permeates deeper?
The context and the meaning.
What binds it together?
The truth behind the seeing.  

* From Allen Ginsberg's America.  A poem I have a "love/hate" relationship with.