Look out, not in, and find salvation there

And into our own minds, we’re told to delve

Whatever we now think, we have to say

In that way, Freud thinks we find a truer self.

The therapist is like a looking glass

They must reflect whatever we have bared.

But if we look too long, it comes to pass

That Satan and his devils are prepared.

They may enchant us into false self love

To value pride and then deceive our souls

Yet to the  humble  comes the holy dove

And self-forgetting is what makes us whole.

Confused, alarmed and reckless with despair

Look out, not in, and find salvation there