Mind your mind my dear,
It’s the biggest liar of them all,
it’s sweet nothings, sweet lies.
Don’t let it read to you
from its book of tears.
It helps you see only
what you want to see.
And all the while time flies by the door
like the dead leaves of last fall.
Teachers, priests and wives,
have taught you to ignore the beast.
The animal in your breast,
that even now pulls and lunges,
fighting.
Not to destroy you,
but to shake you from the fiction that all is well.
And to tell you,
that the hunt has begun.
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