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- inner child -
Gordon Coombes
like the inner child
like the child you blind-folded
gagged & left chained up
in the sub-basement of your imprisoned mind
frozen hard a long time ago
do you remember ?
preferring ignorance to fragile awareness
of pure uncertainty
fostering a thousand intriguing doubts
the unending unfashionable questioning
of a thousand acts committed
already each step hesitating
walking on broken glass
shutting the steel doors of belief & dogma
of science of religion of reason
imprisoned by the five senses
belittling what you do not understand
in favor of pre-packaged beliefs
of one sort or another
each action justified
by rewards of one sort or another
by money or a pat on the back
by promotions or a step up the social ladder
by promises of success of one sort or another
by acceptance or praise
for your crude hollow self-agrandizing deeds
feeding your insatiable hunger
which leaves you melancholy & alone in the end -
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