Purging the Zombies of Past Selves

How to revive, and refresh, and renew

Something not alive, but not dead, and not through

Surgically remove the zombie on a chain

Or brutally dispose of the mind without a brain

Old stuff drags along, weighing down the new

But fused into the core, not easy to undo

The slow and careful way might not be quite enough

But fast and painful action may be just a bit too rough

There’s no two ways about it, progress means some pain

Killing old dead remnants, and fleeing the remains

If it’s not doing new thinking, it needs to be removed

Or at least flip the burden, until its usefulness is proved