The concience
It’s something only dreamers know
Something only sane men fear
The conscience,
A standing reminder of the lives we lead
To stand in a world
Not of this world
A landscape in the mind
A patchwork of memories
They do not die
They do not sleep
They only lie in waiting
And spring into your darkness
We, being beings of mortal stance
Fear loss, Fear death
We will go to the ends of the earth
So as to depart with a clear soul
But to know true fear
True worry and pain
One must delve into the mind of a lunatic
They see the world through the eyes of grown men
Though they understand as children do
The panic in their minds
The uncertainties of life
All the complication of living
How do they live when sane men die?
Something only sane men fear
The conscience,
A standing reminder of the lives we lead
To stand in a world
Not of this world
A landscape in the mind
A patchwork of memories
They do not die
They do not sleep
They only lie in waiting
And spring into your darkness
We, being beings of mortal stance
Fear loss, Fear death
We will go to the ends of the earth
So as to depart with a clear soul
But to know true fear
True worry and pain
One must delve into the mind of a lunatic
They see the world through the eyes of grown men
Though they understand as children do
The panic in their minds
The uncertainties of life
All the complication of living
How do they live when sane men die?
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