My thoughts are
The masters of my mind,
They cannot be unheeded,
Spurned or ignored;
My thoughts are my accusers,
They condemn me;
Yet sometimes
They are my sanctuary,
A place of release and escape,
Magical woods
Waiting to be explored,
A bewitching world,
Where I can find
The exhilaration of a new feeling,
The twinge of pleasure
At a new hope,
Be drunk with a new thought
That surpasses, transcends
All I have known before,
And live the exultation
Of a new dream
Dawning upon my soul;
Though these prolific reveries
Enchant and torment by turn,
Will life be worth it
If I have never been intoxicated
With maddening thoughts
Flitting through my brain,
And a new vision
Feeding my soul?
For they do not shriek to be uttered,
But are contented
To roam the mazes of my mind,
And feed upon
The profoundness of my soul;
Slipping away softly,
Once they’ve strolled
Down the pathways of my soul.
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