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Evolving

 

                                              My mind is but a suggestive maze                                           

Scattered opinions forming in a haze

Thoughts tumble from another’s mind

Impact my own thoughts I come to find

Entangled concepts develop new forms

That I must assimilate into the old norms

Somewhere in the mind it’s a daily routine

Sorting out the thoughts I wish to redeem

Every sensory input must be quickly analyzed

Balanced, checked, and correctly categorized

Sights and sounds accumulated through the years

Along with all the emotions of comfort and fears

What the mind has amassed shapes our personality

Creating this evolving character that others will see

Some people’s minds shut down and they don’t evolve

They’re stuck in a singular conjecture that isn’t resoled

New data is rejected if it doesn’t match what they know

Unlike others who can evaluate new information and grow

Somewhere back in the mind’s suggestive maze

Opinions that formed got caught in the haze

The thoughts that tumble from another’s mind

Have no impact on stone, they’re left behind

I’m so thankful for the calculations going on in my head

All the hypothesis and theories that are tested and shed

If I seem different today, then how I seemed in yesteryear

It’s because my brain is working properly, you needn’t fear

Cherish the fact that I can still learn and think on my own

Instead of defending a singular perception I’ve never outgrown

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Manish Singh Rajput

Sat 18th Nov 2023 17:23

Another great poem, Tim.

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Paige

Sat 18th Nov 2023 13:01

Wow. This is so deep and so beautiful.

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John Gilbert Ellis

Sat 18th Nov 2023 12:57

Very well put, especially like the end couplet.

Reminds me that I despair many of my own generation so set in their ways, never wishing to consider anything new, or obsessed with their own youth. Theirs being better than anyone else’s could ever have been or will be.

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