Wake up from this dream you live in
Listen to the silence of your thoughts
The silence which says so much,
Its muteness almost musical,
No thoughts yet so many,
All become one, the one many.
Dark thoughts, fair thoughts
Like the strands of a rope, knotted
They are bound tightly
The thoughts which stalk you,
Like a lion would its pray
Swooping down upon your senses, overwhelming
In moments of quiet contemplation
These thoughts, which are so morbid
And a constant reminder of our own mortality
Making the mind a dungeon from which there is no escape.
We are shackled here for life, to never rest, no peace
The thoughts and the pain eating away at your soul,
Like a malignant, malicious cancer, from within it devours,
Til you are consumed and raving, a mindless beast
Bound and mad, unable to escape
Within a prison, its tall dank walls
So high, such that no hope may reach
But a sound awakens you,
The musing has ended.
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