Thought Police


 

A journey into malcontent.

Usually without provocation.

How typical, the words,

 

between the thought police and me.

In this the sleight of hand called, time.

It is easy to hear the childhood entity…

The little being that states, “You are not good enough.”

Those passages are short-lived.

But the pavement is often rough.

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