Each idea you have about existence
Every thought you keep about life
The conceptions you have formed
In the house above your shoulders
They maybe tidy well kept ideas
they may have lamps that shine of the truth
But their shapes and amount of space
Say less of life and more about you
Those outdoor walls that you fear may be breached
Your solid effort to protect your beliefs at all costs
This is not enough to maintain your lovely house
Or protect it from dishonest mouths and hammers
make yourself over in the room of love
For truth moves, falseness accumulates
Social convention is as destructive as a wrecking ball
it's roundness and power to divide should not attract you
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