everyone has those little voices in their head
fantasy, reality, the living, the dead
constant reminders we are not alone ???
constant reminders of what we must atone ???
conversations that should or shouldn't be
a feeble attempt to set our conscious free
rationalizations, basically full of shit
a mental ladder out of a deep, dark pit
an escape inside to pastures green
where there is no evil, no nagging mean
cloudless overhead, eagles free fly
or hopes and dreams crawl away to die
everyone has those little voices in their head
fantasy, reality, the living, the dead
its time to escape, set yourself free
or forever locked inside, is where you will be
YOU ARE READING
my sanity
PoetryThe battles fought ... In the end ... What I defend ... Is my sanity
