The Voice To My Left
Here sat on my shoulder
Is a voice that's of mine but bolder
When I'm unsure
It's there to lure
Me into things that perhaps I shouldn't consider
It's like a key
That unlocks a different side of me
For it controls what I do
And that was when it threw
My life into omniscience
Apparently they call it a conscience
Copyright © Emmy Weatherill | Year Posted 2015
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