Tyranny of the mind

unless we are of those who have already escaped their minds, gone into a gentler time of being young again, like the song Landon loved so as a child, "walking in the air", we are captive to the tyranny of our minds, dwelling in lands we have no business dwelling in, mulling over and over again the missing of loved ones, the thought of old loves gone, living in the past, not thinking of a future, and if we do, only of the bleak thought of what lies ahead, the dreadful thought of the fall, the halting walk, the lonliness of separation, of poverty.
and so we do all we can to try and escape, to keep these gnawing thoughts from nibbling upon the remaining sanity. We dress it up, clean it up, put up and shut up and go about our daily routine
as if the mind wasn't there, staring, demanding the attention.
Then, like a temptress in the night, we dare but peek, and again we are all in. The door, once cracked, bathes the room in light. Vermin thoughts are revealed and flee. In comes the tyranny of the mind.
And we cry gleefully.