Getting Carried Away into the Prison of Your Mind

How did that stuff get into your head?
What makes you think you’d be better off dead?
Those thoughts can destroy
They can kill; They can maim.
Why not take them
And fan them with flame
Of more positive things.

Form follows thought. 
Your intentions have wings
Which carry your life
To the very same things
That fill up your head.

You think you’ve no choice
Like you’ve been taken captive,
You obey the voice
Which over and over says things to you
It relentlessly chatters
Sometimes it will spew!
It’s goal to disarm you of thoughts
Pure and true.
It makes you a victim
You get stuck in it’s glue!

And it's all in your mind.  

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