Burning Broken Thoughts

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I know you think you’re broken far too much to ever heal properly,
Like all those other folk that make life seem so real.
Well I know of a special trick that can help with any healing.
Simple, quick and easy things work best when they’re appealing.
So box up all your broken thoughts, that’s all to be done, my dear.
Then burn them in the fiercest fire, in minds eye, with no fear.
I know you think you’re broken far too much to ever heal properly,
Like all those other folk that make life seem so real.
Well I know of a special trick that can help with any healing.
Simple, quick and easy things work best when they’re appealing.
So box up all your broken thoughts, that’s all to be done, my dear.
Then burn them in the fiercest fire, in minds eye, with no fear.
Often I try to self-reflect which turns into waves of rings around me. This picture reflects my days in general; life is static, surrounded by waves around.
The cage stands bold, with its steel-clad mesh. For within its grip, it’s us it holds. Ten foot walls, of cold creme concrete. For outside we muster, like horses in stalls.
“The colours of the rainbow so pretty in the sky." The colours of my jocks lying, on a bench. Uncovered by shutters. Unarmed waiting snakes.
You begin to scream and shout. Roll about time to let it all out. Emotions running wild from the hurt and pain. It’s starting to hurt my brain.