,
Though more often it’s anxiety we feel….
For what we hardly notice while we scheme..
Is unfortunately very real.
The mind constructs its symbols to show us
That our life may be less tranquil then we think
Or maybe we’re too scared to make a fuss.
While our souls may sadly rot and stink.
Fantasy is where we are inviolate.
Where we possess a love superior.
And we are in possession of wealth great.
When in truth we may be quite inferior.
The wise believe to face the truth is good.
But after long neglect we fear its flood
How my heart sings 