The Stories in Our Heads

tell us to smile

or they whisper sadness

into our souls

They take away pain

And all those things

real or imagined

Why do they keep playing

like a wounded song

or a melancholy melody

We can’t turn them off

So, we listen…

over and over

again

And our dreams get mixed with nightmares

There is no heaven

There is no heaven.

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