Mud of the Mind
Mud of the Mind
Thousands of years of mud
Wrapped around my legs
Struggling to reach my mind
To force me to see a reality I didn’t create
Others decided what I should see
What I should hear
And what I should believe
I want to be free of their mud
The ideas they approve of
The thoughts they want me to have
I do not believe their visions
That Cinderella was a good girl
The Wicked Witch was evil
They may have been right
They may have been wrong
Once the mud they created is gone
My mind will tell me the truth
And I will see a reality
Maybe one they cannot accept
But for me it will be true
And that will be all that matters
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