Conscious
You can not see your conscious
But you know its always there
Its something you cant escape
No matter when or where
Like wind we can not view
Or scents we can not touch
The conscious is an internal
judge
Guilt or pride the sentence thrust
A faceless void within the mind and soul
A dark or light sphere
Only the individual can procure
The object of our fear
A catalogue of right and wrong
Molded from our birth
Hearing watching learning
Like the verses of a song
We memorize the things to do
And those we turn our backs
Straying off the grid
Sometimes to cover tracks
To turn it off impossible
Even when mortal no more
Who is the one to judge
No one knows for sure
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