Introspection

my mental thoughts
lay as corpses on
a cold porcelain slab
before they are washed,
placed, and pushed
into freezers awaiting
autopsies possibly
revealing the obscure
but life's true meaning;
as hesitant as I am
reluctant, these truths
can only be disclosed
by Parkinson pink hands
holding dull scalpels
in case the analysis
points to laziness.

20Feb14