My Mind

Written by: Me

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Most minds are a sanction

For free will and thought,

But mine, my dear,

Is not so taut.

Ideas run wild,

Like small children do.

To hide the fact,

That this world is true.

I live in fake worlds,

With apple-pie lives.

Only to sit alone,

Without unlimited revives.

Now listen here,

I must sound crazy.

But this real world

Sometimes seems a bit hazy.

I’m a writer at heart,

Being torn apart,

By ten thousand make-believe worlds.