What We See, Is What We Find
Welcome to my world
Please, come on in
I want to introduce you to someone
Ironically, he's my worst enemy, and my best friend
He's only three pounds
He’s somebody you see, but don't know
Some call it me
Some call it the self I don’t show
He is full of emotions
One being irrational fear
There’s visceral anger
All vestiges from his ancient hominid years
Our minds are special
It’s where we live out our lives
It’s where we perceive the world
So clarify what’s wrong and what's right
We need to make friends with our thoughts
The ones dancing frantically in our mind
Life is really what we make it - what we think it
What we see, is what we find
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