The mind is a a terrible thing.

Keeps people up at night.

Eyes wide open,

Looking at the darkness.


Thinking in circles.


Going into a tunnel of thoughts,

no light at its end.

The mind keeps people prisoners

locked between the walls of ifs and buts,

walking barefoot on embers,

and shaking the bars drawn by the moon

Peeking through the blinds.

Thoughts as food

And thoughts as keepers.

Behind bars:

Lives doing time.


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