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
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