My head's a carousel of pictures and The spinning never stops.

As I hide behind these books I read, while scribbling my poetry, like art could save a wretch like me.

And I'm trying to be assertive, I'm making plans Gonna rise to the occasion and meet all their demands But all I do is lay in bed And hide under the covers.

Just then my knees give under me, my head feels weak and suddenly it's clear to see it's not them, but me, who's lost my self identity.

Running away from fear is fear; fighting pain is pain; trying to be brave is being scared. If the mind is in pain, the mind is pain. The thinker has no other f…

Mind is the Master power that moulds and makes, And Man is Mind, and evermore he takes The tool of Thought, and, shaping what he wills, Brings forth a thousand…

Curiosity will conquer fear even more than bravery will.