Sunday, June 3, 2012


A little man lives in my mind.
He speaks to me.. well, all the time.

He speaks to me of jealousy;
Of lust, and pride, and vanity.

He tells me I should let him out.
He fills my head with fear and doubt.

I will not let him take a hold.
I'll fight him 'til I'm grey and old.

Build consciousness into my core.
Then the man will speak no more.

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