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Your Mind

Your mind is your worst enemy,
A She-devil
She will make you think, feel, believe
Sometimes the most grotesque
Thoughts, emotions, ideas
And have you believe them to be real

But oftentimes she is also your only ally, your goddess
Of ideas, goodwill and love
She'll have you thinking beyond dangerous cliffs
That you can create a world of no suffering
That you can feel the emotions of a forest
That you can believe life begins from a kiss

All such impractical thoughts
When reviewed by an observer
None of those can be implemented in reality, they say
But she will have you think differently
Whether she is right or wrong
Or whether she feels loving or inhumane

She is insane.
She doesn't know how to bring you back to reality
She is stuck, there is no median
No moderate scale of comfort or discomfort
There is either ugly self-torment
Or unrealistic ecstasy

Both fade quickly
Into an endless sea of emptiness
The only thing that remains
Is a barren feeling
Just her own apathy
And then the cycle repeats