Oh, My sweet Delusions

Oh, how the mind loves to play tricks.
Oh, how we love to play along.
Oh, how easily we are swayed by ourselves.
Oh, and at such a young age.
Oh, but with age comes wisdom.
Oh, so we resist all we can.
Oh, lucky for most.
Oh, alas not for some.
Oh, for some our mind continues to play.
Oh, and unlike the many we don’t lock it up.
Oh, not of choice at first.
Oh, but of the dread of being quiet inside.
Oh, then of choice at second.
Oh, and then our mind sets off.
Oh, how beautiful it is at first.
Oh, and how disastrously amusing it is at third.
Oh, and how adoring it is at tenth.
Oh, and how dangerous it is at all.
Oh, yet so safe it makes the danger cheer.
Oh, and how the price changes daily by daily.
Oh, sometimes the air.
Oh, sometimes the heart.
Oh, sometimes the lungs.
Oh, sometimes the mind.
Oh, sometimes the mind indeed.
Oh, sometimes our cherished.
Oh, sometimes our hatred.
Oh, sometimes our emotions.
Oh, sometimes our whole being.
Oh, sometimes us.
Oh, how the price gets steeper.
Oh, how the price gets cheaper.
Oh, how the price gets easier to pay.
Oh, how the price makes for danger.
Oh, and each price is equal to each price.
Oh, the mind takes all.
Oh, then the thoughts come.
Oh, how often true they are to us.
Oh, how when we start to age.
Oh, that we see the value of each price.
Oh, all of same amount.
Oh, but how so worthy.
Oh, so we do our best to end the game.
Oh, but how difficult it is to stop.
Oh, when all your friends are intwined inside.
Oh, so we set the limits.
Oh, the guidelines.
Oh, the restrictions.
Oh, the rules.
Oh, sometimes our credulity as some may learn.
Oh, but the mind will find a way.
Oh, to slip through the cracks.
Oh, not to tempt us.
Oh, never such a ridiculous thing it will do.
Oh, but to trick us.
Oh, as it and us loves to be.
Oh, so we will end up being mutual lovers.
Oh, until one of us finds someone else.
Oh, so the mind will still put thoughts in you.
Oh, either false or true or both or none.
Oh, gladly accepting it will be done.
Oh, but the controller still is in your hands.
Oh, the button layout just changed a bit.
Oh, the game would have thought you beat.
Oh, but a surprise is arised.
Oh, how lovely our thoughts of the mind.
Oh, how they will curl around us.
Oh, how they will lead and sculpt us.
Oh, unless we severe the tie to the barest.
Oh, so the aging and aged, and to be aging.
Oh, you will have to struggle some more until.
Oh, and while you stuggle.
Oh, some will perform.
Oh, some will lose and some may win.
Oh, until then.
Oh, I will be coping with my thoughts.
Oh, not for desire or pleasure.
Oh, but for simple to and yet complicated fun.
Oh, My Sweet Delusions.
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