It comes and goes

It comes and goes all the time
Good days and bad days ruled by the mind
A fickle master
On top of the world
I can do this and that
Yeah, give it to me, let me have a go
Wham you are down
A word out of tune 
The mind kicks in
Churning, churning like a speeded up washing machine
Tumbling and confusing
Trying like mad to work it out in the mind
Plan the future
If I can only do this, do that. All will be well
Just this one more time and I will be free
Come on mind, I only need you this one last time
To sort out this mess
Bring order to the disorder
Clear everything up
Then I can kiss you goodbye
Never works
As the mind churns and turns it gets more confused
Desperation grows inside
Come on I must get this sorted
My whole life depends on it.
As you struggle, anger grows, 
Self hate grows and the mind becomes ever more murky
Loving every minute of tying you up and then
Appearing the only way out.
It is not
You get to the stage when you cease to care and just want to give up
But no
I must fight on
Don’t.
You cannot rely on the mind to sort things when it is the very thing
Confusing them in the first place
Making you identify and become so concerned with this illusionary life
When you get to the state of giving up
Do it
Relax into and say ‘I give up’
An immense calm will flow through you.
You have given up fighting
Given up the past, the future and the present
Given up your identity with this world.
No more striving.
No more worrying
Totally detached.
No more mind
Just freedom
Turned inwards asking "who am I"
And letting it rest.