Saying things that my soul abhoreth
Keep quiet, thou imagination!
Who sayest there isn’t a reason to live
Hast thou any inclination of what to me, life is?
Thou hast not spoken well, oh, dear thought!
I shall arise and make it known unto thee
The fact that thou canst detect to me, my life
Thou art in my head
But I am thy head
A master over thee
Thou canst tell me to give up on life
Thou canst tell me to use a knife
These I can’t do because I have a life
I control thee;
With thee I shalt build my world
And with my tongue I shalt say what my soul desirest
Be silent, thou thought!
© 4th February, 2017 by Noel’s Pen™