Like most things that ferment
And simmer for long,
Our thoughts too turn to be
Toxic and poisoning.
Growing like tendrils,
They cage us -
Controlling our moods and emotions,
Placing a blindfold on our sight.
Like most things addictive,
Our thoughts seem to be intoxicating,
Taking deep root -
Influencing our actions and desires.
Once accustomed to the deep drags
Of our all - consuming thoughts,
We fail to let go
Of habitual and continual indulgence
Of vicious thoughts.
Spreading their tentacles,
Venomous and deadly,
The kernels of speculation
Confine and restrict us,
Forming blinkers of sorts.
Mistaking our thoughts
To be seeds of stimulation,
We allow their parasital growth.
Lethal and controlling
They cage us,
Trapping us in undulating spirals -
Our mind's creations.
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