Self help: Frustrating Thoughts
Graceful and honest ideas drip down,
Drowned in bohemian glass,
Soothing our curse of mental despair,
Repairing the thoughts that we ask,
Behind these masks we all wear as one,
Confronting unknown days ahead,
These masks for others around us to see,
Freeing the guilt that is spread,
And just like a tattoo of smile and frown,
Found in the theatre inside,
We march on and on to the end of our road,
Sold to what we are supplied,
Still, are we one thought owned by the many,
One thought that’s been written in stone,
Or are we a thought unique by design,
A wine that’s sipped all alone.
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