Poem: Your Head

What if I told you that
all bad decisions, bad thinking,
bad feelings, and bad luck,
came from
foreign sentient entities
invading your head?

What if I told you
that you
could stop 90% of bad things,
from happening to you,
by washing your head
in cool, clean, clear,
water
every morning
and Blessing your own head
with honest intentions and a pure heart?

Assuming you beleived me,
and understood what I said.
Assuming you tried this exercise
and found to your satisfaction
that it seemed to work;
That every day you blessed your head
with cold water in the morning
was a day where you made better decisions
and had better luck
than days when you didn't.

Assuming these things for granted,
would you go on and continue?
Continue to bless your head
every morning?
Knowing what you've learned
through experience,
knowing what I've told you from mine?

I think not.
We all stop and stammer.
Entropy is our destiny.
Even knowing what is right;
The gears wind down.
We choose to forget.
Memory takes effort
and effort isn't free.

I need to rest,
again,
soon.