Mad Scientist (by Carlos Lewis)
I have had often the habit,
Of digging too deep,
Into the private lives and minds
Of those friends that I keep.
You see, I never found it wrong
Or intrusive if I strikingly asked
Those questions that are to answer
Difficult; leave them masked.
If I waited until we were alone
I might ensnare you with emotion
And then deliver that unwanted gift
Of a beckoning favor, of commotion.
Then my friends would, somber,
Try to evade my words, my voice.
I simply would return with a stone
Expression; I leave little to choice.
So in this way I could draw out
The answer that I craved so badly;
Be they underwhelming or shocking,
I desired them, I obsess madly.
Now you probably would look at me
And wonder how inhuman I act,
But I detest this view of my practice.
I am an indulger of mental fact.
What makes the mind tick?
What causes these humans to take
A form that creates their personality,
And in time, a tortured soul to make?
These are the burning questions
That I desperately wish to address;
Therefore, my actions are an act
Of science that evidently impress.
Only a mad scientist would delve
So deep that they risk losing it all;
Then I am mad! madly observant,
And I keep down the rabbit hole, I fall.
Each mind is so unique,
With all its experience and abilities.
They all open up worlds unknown,
And create endless possibilities.
For I myself am but one man
But in the equation I add a universe;
Now multiply that exponentially
And boundaries become reversed.
Now all of the planes of existence
Have opened themselves to humanity
And I am taking one small step;
Maybe for the sake of my sanity.
But I could endlessly keep falling,
Simply chasing, never ceasing;
However, I could never stop and see
All the beauty I would be releasing.
I’d rather explore the universes
That cross paths with mine,
For they shift my orbit and gravity
Much more than a distant shine.
For if I understand the connections
Between myself and a friend,
Then I also share in that link
A bigger world made by our blend.
This is why I ponder over their minds
And why I ask a burning question;
After all, it’s how I keep alive
My somewhat unhealthy obsession.
And in my craziness maybe you too
Have become excited to explore;
I say friends are meant to be known,
It’s what we keep them around for.
by Carlos Lewis
You can get to know Carlos and his writings over at his blog, Thoughts of a Trainwrecked Pineapple. He is absolutely one of my very favorite people whom I’ve met during this blogging journey. Please be sure and let him know how much you enjoyed his poem by visiting him and leaving comments.
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Submitted to Memee’s Poetry Parties by Carlos Lewis 2-22-2016.
Original Poem: Mad Scientist © Carlos Lewis 2016-2018. All rights reserved.
Mad Scientist is Winner of Friendship Poetry Challenge!© Memee’s Musings, 2016-2018. All rights reserved.
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