An evil widespread,
Locked up within sight,
Behind those rusted bars.
A sneaky voice freaked out-
from my insane heart;
Which stood against my delicate lust vision,
The voice crumbled my mind -
for hours in the lonely sleep,
Till a change in what I could listen to...
The mind says, "Everything depends on the way you see."
The voice says, " Everything depends on the way you think!"
Thought are stronger than vision,
So are the dreams;
My blind vision could see you externally,
But my thoughts can see the inner you;
Subsides the voice--
like the heart beats again ;
And restores my soul.