Trip

Clouds roll by

Like thoughts in my mind

I watch them go by

I validate them

I let them go

They do not serve me

If held on to

They weigh me down

I sink to depths unseen

I wallow in self-pity

Oh, what a trip!

What an ego trip it is

To be identified with thought

This is but the human condition

You must acknowledge

With no attachments

You must let go

Of what does not serve

Oh, a cloud

And so it is

And so it has passed

Jojo