The Enemy Inside

There’s plenty of room for every one, DONT PUSH, I say and I say. I try to mail myself, the letter just expresses every thought the wrong way... That’s okay... I know....I know..., what’s happening with me. No problem with reality, just what I imagine it to be.. I say....I say... Don’t push, don’t rush, just hold on and hush, think of thoughts plush. all this suffering wrought, of imagination lacks class, has no real style. Fear owns the mind for awhile, With its endless scenarios of doom and denial, Misdeeds are absolutely unnecessary in ones own court misdirected primitive innate critter fear makes the most civil human stand trial. We’ve a reserve of insecurity and regrets, We can punish our emotions for hours with secrets, And deeds of no consequence. Too much tension, not enough sleep, a test, some sugary sweets, When physiology weakens it opens the doors through which raw fear can creep. Just remember it’s nothing more than a notion, Think of beautiful mountains or oceans, There’s no panacea when you’re kicking yourself, It helps to know it’s the result of a potion. There is wisdom in thinking of nothing at all, near by peace in just cracking a smile. In a while you’ll see that it just makes you weaker, To shit on yourself in this style. Forget everything for awhile. Take a walk, Take a shower, imagine you’re mild, Soon enough it’ll be true. There’s nothing wrong with you, It’s just the old enemy inside. Written February 7th, 2002 © on Feb 07 2002 09:59 AM PST, Neurosine    0 • 1