The thought’s the baddie – truth cuts, reality bites
but the blade’s now dull, the teeth worn, the maw weakened
through over use, in eager, demented mind-gnaws.
Paranoia nurdles into your head, lying,
makes-believe pain awaits, humiliation traps
the brave, forcing hunker-fear and isolation.
Your thoughts won’t happen, reality is not that:
seek and find, ask and receive, knock and enter in;
truth is light, reality is love, life will heal.
The thought’s the baddie, but thought’s only ever that –
love is found outside your head – release your good self,
it’s easier than thought says. The truth is out here.