depending on the day
sometimes I treat it like a receptacle
there to absorb the excesses of my mind
and the abuses of society.
Sometimes I treat it like a vehicle,
there to take me someplace else.
Sometimes it takes control
and treats me like a prisoner
trapped in its confines.
Other days it is my friend
and we have a great time together.
More often though, it is my enemy,
unwilling to change for my benefit.
This never-ending parade,
this work in progress
this disaster of a body,
gives me so many choices
and my mind, this constantly changing,
unquiet, impatient, fast moving, dangerous
controller of my fate, gives it so many purposes
it's no wonder we rarely meet halfway, in peace.
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