Scissors of the mind..snip…snip.
Piecing together bits of life as I need to see it.
Cutting away the bad…the never had…the mistaken.
Leading me in a better direction…
Stepping over the bones of many a dead dream…
And finding the truth in reflection.
The secret is right there where I left it…
Neatly wrapped with ribbon securely tied.
I thought I was keeping it safe, but I lied.
I feel only the rip.
My fingers cannot release it, though I’ve often tried.
Scissors of the mind…snip…snip.