Thought is ******
Freely thinking of anything.
In the safety of the mind,
One can be mad:
A jealous fool,
A lover,
A ******
A murderer.
Anything he fancies.
The true self
That is hidden,
Often times behind our masks:
A smile,
A blank stare,
A muscle contracting,
A layer of skin.
The mask is so familiar;
It seems like truth,
Yet the knowledge of falsehood
Lie deep inside like:
A root,
An anchor,
A burrow,
A secret.
Deep down in the caverns
Of the body.
Once light shines,
We can see:
A horror,
A misshaped,
A disgusting,
A vexing sight.
Lies and truths,
Mixed as if one.
The sight is unbearable,
So we keep it locked away:
A convict,
An enemy,
A rat in trap,
A prisoner.
The prison of
Our socially acceptable
Will destroy completely
Our true personality:
A self,
An image,
An x-ray,
A representative.
Tis dangerous, that our identity
Is safe within the confines
Of our mind freely thinking.
Because thought is ******
May 3, 2011
May 3, 2011 at 7:21 AM UTC
Thought is ******
Freely thinking of anything.
In the safety of the mind,
One can be mad:
A jealous fool,
A lover,
A ******
A murderer.
Anything he fancies.
The true self
That is hidden,
Often times behind our masks:
A smile,
A blank stare,
A muscle contracting,
A layer of skin.
The mask is so familiar;
It seems like truth,
Yet the knowledge of falsehood
Lie deep inside like:
A root,
An anchor,
A burrow,
A secret.
Deep down in the caverns
Of the body.
Once light shines,
We can see:
A horror,
A misshaped,
A disgusting,
A vexing sight.
Lies and truths,
Mixed as if one.
The sight is unbearable,
So we keep it locked away:
A convict,
An enemy,
A rat in trap,
A prisoner.
The prison of
Our socially acceptable
Will destroy completely
Our true personality:
A self,
An image,
An x-ray,
A representative.
Tis dangerous, that our identity
Is safe within the confines
Of our mind freely thinking.
Because thought is ******
