Like magic balls, words spring up <br />From nowhere, bouncing <br />From mysterious utter darkness inside; <br />Only after climbing above inner surface, <br />Do I become aware of them, they get noted: <br /> <br />From where did they spring to consciousness? <br />How were they selected rather than others? <br />Where were they lying not known to me? <br />Originals, or copies? Am stranger to myself? <br />Dreadful not to know what is inside me? <br /> <br />Do I have the choice to decide what should <br />Spring up? Which words, feelings, thoughts <br />Can arise from my own self? <br />In the unlit chambers of my mind, <br />Am I a prisoner to computer technology? <br /> <br />Presuming mind to be like the familiar computer <br />Will millions of storage cells, though not understood; <br />Of course, we are used to it everywhere <br />In the medicine or car, the phone or plane, <br />Principles I don’t understand, but use them.<br /><br />Daniel Trevelyn Joseph<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mind-15/
