Philosophical

The Society for Neuroscience has said 
Its use changes your neurology, 
But it has now been decreed 
It is no longer a criminality, 
Although I don’t partake in any way 
It is being used all around me, 
 
The fire seems to be dying 
Energy and drive are gone 
I find it hard to care 
That the day’s not yet won 
 
My mind is changing against my will 
I don’t like this person I have become, 
I want him dead. 
The person I was… 
He seems to be gone, 
Murdered by the casual indifference 
Of what’s carried on the passing wind.

Murder of a Mind