The ones hanging out

The ones hanging out

 

 

They won’t get out of my mind,

turn the wheel and get back inside.

In the darkness playing hard to find,

the ones in which I often confide.

 

The ones inside of my minds mind,

sowing lies into my twisting head.

The reasons my thoughts are blind,

keeping me from hearing words said.

 

Silently they trick the shadows side,

distorting a visions colorful view,

then quickly run and quietly hide,

confusing mirages for what’s true.

 

Intentionally they ignore a thought,

secretly hide reasons from the why.

The ones I’ve needed and even sought,

the ones hanging out with my I.