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As I sit in my lonely room between heaven and hell, and right and wrong,
There’s a gasp for air as I choke from the smoke of my inabilities.
I scream at the injustices surrounding my soul, that’s surrounding my center.
How can I scream and choke at the same time-
I can’t, but my spirit can.
The roots of my cognitive trees burrow deep inside the mechanics of my mind.
All of my inhibitions flow over into a deep river of blue emotions that become tears.
The tears become oceans of neglected dreams, and real possibilities.
How can I cry an ocean of misbegotten trails not taken?
I can’t, but my spirit can.
The mindless chatter of my psyche, are tickles engraved into my misrepresented wishes.
Mountains of soulless hills and valleys have corrupted the inner sanctum I call me.
Who I wish I was calls out to the desires that thrash against the soul of my being.
How can I gaze across the mountains and hills at yearnings left by the way side?
I can’t, but my spirit can.
The distinctive egos abiding within tug at me to get my undivided attention.
When I can’t corral them into a pen of hope, I lose all sense of focus.
My ids and egos fight incessantly to hide their bag of tricks from my super-egos.
How can I control the many havens inside the inner core of where I and me dwells?
I can’t, but my spirit can.
Shadows of my dreams, wishes, and should haves, dance in circlets of you didn’t.
They chant every lost wanting in a song that lulls my stagnant mind into a trance.
I sway to their melodious music as my hearts unfulfilled desires sing loudly.
How can I stop the song of a tortured mantra screaming loudly, inside my mind?
I can’t, but my spirit can.
My spirit can.
The spirit can.
