Inspired by a quote from A Thousand Splendid Suns
Oh the places I will take you that always wished to go
Oh the wonders I will give you that you didn’t want to know,
And the gifts of different thoughts I spew, the stories I can share
The colorful illusions I project right from your hair.
Let me take the reins awhile, I’ll let your eyes rest,
From trying to see good in this hellish place of death,
I, the mind, am here for you, to whisk you someplace else,
Your hands are limp, your chair too stiff, it is my turn to help.
Do not try to shut me off because my mission is to fly!
Like a rocket or a cadillac your thoughts go zooming by.
And I love when you do nothing to stop those tumbled thoughts I gift,
For then I will produce a place that's warm and safe to sit.
It might look like hurricane, yourself inside its eye,
Breathing very deeply where your tear ducts finally dry,
Or a waterfall of crystal shards, your skin of gilded bronze
There you can devote yourself to feeling safe and calm.
I know I can be unhelpful, in overthinking thoughts,
Sometimes my logic squashes all the feelings of your heart.
But oh I know right know to be present in this world
Is like sleeping in a furnace of gaseous particles.
And so it is my job you see, to fly you somewhere nice,
Where your heart can heal and bend and peel and curse out all of life.
Your breath is ragged, hands are limp, oh this pain’s intense to face!
And so, I will keep flying till you find a good safe place.
Oh the places I will take you that always wished to go
Oh the wonders I will give you that you didn’t want to know,
And the gifts of different thoughts I spew, the stories I can share
The colorful illusions I project right from your hair.
Let me take the reins awhile, I’ll let your eyes rest,
From trying to see good in this hellish place of death,
I, the mind, am here for you, to whisk you someplace else,
Your hands are limp, your chair too stiff, it is my turn to help.
Do not try to shut me off because my mission is to fly!
Like a rocket or a cadillac your thoughts go zooming by.
And I love when you do nothing to stop those tumbled thoughts I gift,
For then I will produce a place that's warm and safe to sit.
It might look like hurricane, yourself inside its eye,
Breathing very deeply where your tear ducts finally dry,
Or a waterfall of crystal shards, your skin of gilded bronze
There you can devote yourself to feeling safe and calm.
I know I can be unhelpful, in overthinking thoughts,
Sometimes my logic squashes all the feelings of your heart.
But oh I know right know to be present in this world
Is like sleeping in a furnace of gaseous particles.
And so it is my job you see, to fly you somewhere nice,
Where your heart can heal and bend and peel and curse out all of life.
Your breath is ragged, hands are limp, oh this pain’s intense to face!
And so, I will keep flying till you find a good safe place.
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