quinta-feira, 11 de dezembro de 2014

The thing we decorate

What hides itself best under the flesh
under the thoughts of every day
The most cunning of manifestations
inside the psyche controlling the machine

Some of it may escape into the heart
like a convict at large
So many distractions
so many well made decorations

It pushes some good mostly in vain
for that good is for the wrong reasons inviting despair and rage
The places of falseness we go to drain it
To placate it, no we may not simply conquer it without courage

not even good intentions can move it from in there
we must reach beneath the surface and drive out on our own...
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