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 realizing it's presence,
Irrespective of our pretense,
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 recognize,
Whenever it whispers,
And question it why it exists,
when we don't need it's advise,
To help us fix ourselves,
Or to build from the grind.
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