The Mouse in my Head

I'm the sinner-saint 

The peace-making warrior

The thunder-bearing silence

I often run out of breath chasing the mouse in my head through the corners of my past, to the maze of my now

And then towards the labyrinth of my future

Sometimes, I smile, I laugh cheerily at my woes

Other times, I sob in the throes of my mirth

Adrift like a leaf on the river, I follow my path

Is it good? Is it bad?

I no longer question the wherefore of my days

I found peace when I stopped chasing the mouse in my head.

I no longer listen to the voices I hear

I have become the voice.

I have become one: I, my path

My journey, and destination.