I use to fear my reality
would run off with me.

Like the plate ran off with the spoon,
My brain wanted to run away with my mind.
I know nothing is mine,
even my mind.

We can’t buy our sanity, nor our reality.

Once I admitted that to be true,
reality opened wide,
I entered it’s darkened world.
My shackles broke,
my mind I had to stroke,
to strengthen myself for the truth.