The Mind
What it is to watch outside,
seeming such a simple task.
If one could see right through the blinds
instead of covering with this mask.
But the world is dark and bitter cold
above this hilly plain.
But he made this place so obsolete.
What is it he tries to gain?
Please ponder not I hear him say
as I fight with what I feel.
For this place is true and free of hate,
its the only place that's real.
So close your eyes and stay awhile,
I know you'll enjoy it here.
Just play along and live it out
for soon comes the end to fear.
Copyright © Tristan Hays | Year Posted 2011
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