posted on Jul, 14 2021 @ 07:29 PM
In my seventh year my world was changed, the mind switched on to the wonderous wave
Questions of "who am i" in this place of confusion, How did I forget? is this an illusion?
Onto sixteen and the questions subsided, a new magic was found and love was ignited
After three months I'll make her my wife? After three years it was toxic and strife
Then at twenty five the questions returned, shaped by Adler, by Freud and by Jung
Wonder returned through this glorious find, the eyes were open to an unconscious mind
On to thirty four and a path must be taken, should i settle down and then be forsaken?
The answers came and werent a surprise, I must wade through this Labyrinth of lies
Nuggets of truth have kept me from falling, Im in year Forty one and theres no way im stopping
You see ive figured out some moves in this game, its the Imagination that they are looking to tame
They want people like cattle on sale, grouped in their pens awaiting their jail
All that i want is for all to be free, The questions may be answered in year forty three