Stream of Thought

When I suppress hunger
I can suppress you
I can impose my misery upon you
In my mind, you'll feel every pain I do.

You know, it's funny
Being happy with you does not inspire
No enlightenment could caress my imagination

Suddenly, I realize you're dead to my daily protocol
Your presence no longer dwells in my bed
I can't see you condemning me
I can't see you demeaning me

It's odd -- this sensation
Almost a revelation.

Perhaps someday I'll control my stream of thought
And you'll never contaminate it with your dirt