Where Has it all Gone?

Lo Thought Police!—a Pickpocket Lurks

I lost my mind the other day
Just like a set of keys.
I turned each rock that came my way
And scoured all the trees.

But still, my brain eluded those
Efforts I put forth,
I felt I were a lovers rose
Of fluctuating worth.

Then I recalled: I saw your face
Pasted upon my screen,
Then was the time—the final place—
That it had last been seen.

Were you the one that stole my thoughts
Replaced them with mache?
You’ve been in there at night a lot,
Invade my dreams at day,

And spun them round your potters wheel
Like drunken, virgin, clay.