There is a benefit to writing down
your thoughts. They keep you humble. You may think
your mind is interesting, full of thoughts,
wide ranging, and inclusive, that it’s great.
But with a journal, even if you fool
the world you’ll see the writer is a fool.
Instead of fireworks exploding, look,
there is a rather simple, plodding man
inhabiting a carousel who thinks
his world is multifaceted because
the carousel revolves. A journal shows
the fallacy, the limits of your mind.
The carousel you’re riding’s stuck in place
and everything you’ve thought you’ve thought before.
Scroll the pages and your coruscating
brilliance dims, with repetition dies.
You’ll find your mind’s a treadmill, stuck in place.