Self ControlA Poem by Gypsy Dreamer'Getting a grip on self control'I grab my own horns to guide myself to ride myself to hide myself. I trust completely only two one is me, the other not you. Twenty doors are open all at one time I find I'm blind. In the beginning high alert robotic scans computing hurts. I find there is pleasure in silence, a treasure. Leave me alone Just get a hold don't let go never let go. © 2014 Gypsy Dreamer |
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