Sometimes I wish my brain came with a switch
Designed to lessen mental disarray
By flipping all my thoughts without a hitch
Between transcendence and the everyday.
Thus, in the midst of requisite routine
To wandering daydreams I would be immune,
And while creating, I’d remain serene
Untroubled by concerns most picayune.
And yet, I’d fear to conquer by divide,
Since great plans sometimes come from thoughts amok-
Attempts to segregate my mental sides
Might leave me lost if my switch ever stuck.
One needn’t go to such unusual lengths
To quash an inconvenience that’s a strength.