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Sometimes our thoughts are our worst enemies. |
| I wish I could arrest my thoughts, Then banish, chained, to a distant isle, Confine them to The Castle of If1 And execute after a trial. No sign of mercy would I show To these abhorrent little thieves That steal my reason during day And make my night a bed of grieves. Confronted thus with their own deeds, They would, at last, admit their guilt. I would condemn them to their death And by the dawn they would be killed. Our thoughts can be our major crimes That are committed in our head. We pay for them in sleepless nights And turns to stone our daily bread. Footnotes |