WALKING THROUGH MY MIND
When I am walking through my mind, I am never certain what I will find. All my dreams I try to log. But they disappear in a fog.
Energy as memories hit me like the pebbles of a windstorm, some blowing safely past, some hitting me with a biting blast, some so small any one is hard to grasp.
Variety, anxiety, and joy, some seem real, some are surreal, some are moving, some I cannot feel.
I have no psychic knife to solve these problems with an unexpected and simple method; I reach but I do not grasp.
Some thoughts I fight, some I cringe from in fright, where are the boundaries, where I can escape by flight.
Reality would seem the answer, yet it is the danger zone, for many lies are cradled in a sincerity tone, the masks of the speakers belie, a false message, which makes you cry, when you awake to the lie, and want to die.
Who loves you, who can you trust, a level of self-worth is a must.
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Author Notes
Quiet reflection provides direction, you recalibrate your gyroscope, wipe the blackboard clean, and start again. Only Now is important; focus.
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