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My Mind

December 14, 2010
By HisPurePrincess ELITE, Flemington, New Jersey
HisPurePrincess ELITE, Flemington, New Jersey
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Favorite Quote:
What things there are to write, if only one could write them! My mind is full of gleaming thought; gay moods and mysterious, moth-like meditations hover in my imagination, fanning their painted wings. But always the rarest, those streaked with azure and the deepest crimson, flutter away beyond my reach. ~Logan Pearsall Smith

Step into the study of my mind
Follow me or you're walking blind
The ribbons of road are rarely clear
Just make sure you are always here
Don't expect to walk through fine
It's not written paths, just broken lines
Music's crooning and drums beat low
Watch your step and take it slow
Rainbows collide
On thin twisted lines
And skyscraper heights
Risky flights
Pull you higher
Pull you on
On and on and on
It's chaos in the most extreme
Colors and shapes in flying heaps
Bits of thought and memories
Sneak through cracks with practiced ease
There used to be files on shelves in rooms
Now there's cobwebs and dust and gloom
Curving hallways lead you away
But watch the turns or else you'll stray
It's not like anything
It's more than nothing
But nobody sees
'Cause I don't sell the key
Just come higher
Just come on
On and on and on
If you want to be my friend
Fight through the shadows to the end
Come bearing strength and the sword of truth
Though it's likely that you'll lose
My walls are thick and filled with anger
Hate and selfish wrong desire
Empty threats and still they stand
Still the unconquered in my land
The way is tough
Your hope is not enough
So bring the truth
And pray to get through
I pray you do
I pray you do
Please do

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