Somethings control us without we having any control over them. One of these things are, our own thoughts that keep running in our minds and we don’t even realize them being there. They are our masters but to be their slaves or not, is still our choice.
These words that keep coming and going
some are digging and some are sowing
the seeds of learning in my mind
in yours might be just redefined.
They create substances, they create ideas too
on one they’re queue, the other are glue
they make us lead; they make us follow
they make us do everything shallow or hollow.
They give us life for when we’re asleep
they give us dreams to run and leap
they make our worlds they make our souls
they make us ourselves and define our roles.
It’s just one power that we possess
one and only control through which we assess
to what is good and what is bad
what to deduct and what to add.
We can be insane and irrational at all times
but what is sanity and rationality sometimes
it’s us to make the decision of what is right
to which path will be dark and which path bright!