Mind Games

MIND GAMES From all of this, the night, the cold the dying of the weak and old, the passing of time never used, to time that's come to be abused we hide each truth and truth untold. In faces grim with great disguise and voices with convincing sighs, we tell the things we never say and hope your mind hears them our way we never think of them as lies. The words unsaid are ringing true, and simply put, what you should do, if you would only hear them now you'd know the why and know the how and know it's best for you. © Ron Wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet