Diana Darby ** "I V" ** Intravenous

Thinking Cake

I am worn out
from thinking feelings.
My mind is a runaway horse
galloping through the mud.
Or so I think.
I think I am a thought
that I am not
but I am not the thought I think I am.
So what am I?
I am trying to feel what I feel
but I do not know
anymore if I am thinking
what I am feeling
or feeling what I am thinking.
When I am sad
I am thinking sad thoughts.
And when I am happy
I am thinking happy thoughts.
So therefore
there is no sad,
just the thought that begets the feeling.
And there is no happy,
at least I think there is no happy.
So what is there?
Chocolate cake on the counter.