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.