All I need is my mind,
And, in turn, my thoughts refined,
For as Descartes would have sworn,
That is all I truly own.
If I were gone and never found,
Or stranded somewhere underground,
Or on a deserted island lost,
I'd keep my mind at any cost.
For dead or gone or never there,
All I will ever want to bear,
Is the dead weight of my mind,
For that is all that's mine.
Then when the night begins to rise,
And I slowly start to realize,
This mind is my insanity,
And all of what is left of me.