Tuesday, 21 June 2011

Squeaky clean brains

Listen up, now!
It's time to switch your brain off
And let your life be guided
By an advisor, by a dictator -- or both

How sweet it is
To not have to think for yourself
And if that nagging voice
Should ever dare raise itself

Then call it the devil, or worse

But sweet becomes sickly
And as the chickenfeed loses its taste
You will yearn for something more
For worlds whose doors you've once closed

To open like before

For as you stop the flow of senses
The flow that held back your recesses
Whole worlds, whole people, whole pain
Will rush back in

And though your leader or newsreader
Tries to narrow down your mind
If you switch your laptop off
Before your brain wanders off

Then you may see, even live, life in full

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