You’d Think You’d Feel at Home

Why does the mind,
That mess of life
Mixed up with signs,
Draw back from spots

That don’t add up
But to more spots?
The world’s a splotch,
A spilled hodge-podge

Of yes and no,
Same and change, here
It’s dark and there
It glows. The night

Is full of lights
That all add up
To noise and void.
What’s with the mind?