That we hear
Between those ears,
That tells us to stop,
And not do what we love,
And makes us feel like a dove
We let it stop us,
Time and again,
Without realising its presence,
Irrespective of our pretence,
Leaving space for doubt,
When we are about,
To do something worthy and Proud
To go beyond it,
Is a warrior's take
When only losing is at stake,
But that seems too much
Combined with the imaginations
That destroy us as such,
I hope we recognise,
Whenever it whispers,
And question why it exists,
when we don't need its advice,
To help us fix ourselves,
Or to build from the grind.
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