It's not the owner

 The mind is a rabid dog
Thought processes a slog
Abandoned by the pack
just layers in a stack

Barking at the shadows
Throwing glee and sorrow
becoming the shadow
Preferring the narrow

hiding from the light
Struggling with insight
Getting lost in the forest
the inner mind's chaotic chorus

Cacophony of complex ideas
Interrupting the internal breeze
It builds meaning for it's throne
Mistaking itself for the owner

It ventures to explain reality
Often crashing as it hits duality
molding self trauma and ego
connecting like humming lego

Guiding our acts and priority
Tweeking cognition and sanity
Predicting  an outcome
Fishing for wisdom

Alas confuses thoughts for truth
On life's ruses, not on it's proof