Ode to A Lost Mind

Who would have you believe

That I have quite lost my mind?

Played out so to deceive

That is without a doubt so unkind

What a deliberate smear

My mind's as ubiquitous as the blue sky

I ask, isn't it just crystal clear

It's all been a great lie?

It's not my mind that is lost

Like things most cherished

Yes, things that meant the most

Bobbles and beads, gone,perished?

This ode I do pen

To bring into focus

Hoping to bring to end

The fake, the sham, the bogus.

Searched and not spied

The lost, the gone, the missing

For so many I've cried

Not a one am I "dissing"

Understand, I really have tried

To make sense of your obsession

Apathy to my plaintive sigh

For every lost possession

Made out to appear a fool

Paranoid and delusional

Vanquisher, capricious of rule

March to your confessional!

The mind is old and tattered

Mistakes made, I admit

But never torn or scattered

Any I've promised to commit

Don't you think that those who say

Such things would care to help find

My mind, if it was truly lost?

Just like they'd help if I were blind

So, why have you believe

That I've lost my mind?

It's not impossible to conceive

the real reason to be so maligned?