One-Track Brain

Cognition ignitions,
like worker ants, plough
into known territories
wasteland purgatories
and infestation memory.

Expensive hope
bought by the fallacies
of what we don't know
reaping piles of what we should have
sown by pesticidal blame

Toiling in the dirt
They find each other
at the crossroads
One thought says to another,
"Get out of this place,"
And the other, soundly,
"Not leaving until I get paid."

A fight erupts,
desperate, hungry, starving
for joy
The emaciated thoughts turn
against each other
The overseer observes,
demands a tithe for each hour
spent in vain.

Then, having burnt every bridge,
the thoughts cease,
and proclaim:
"If a minute of havoc is a lifetime of hurt
And nothing that grows won't be dumped
Then the only way to get off this tragedy train
is to give up, hold hands and jump."