Poem by Moya Boardman
So who put you there and screwed in the cork
Keeping you bound and constrained
Every action defined by the fear in your mind
Of the “What if’s?”
So who will rub the bottle to let you free?
To escape the confines and truly be
The genius for all to see
Seems you put yourself there
and you keep yourself there
Cause you believe what your mind says is true
That’s such a pile of rubbish
Why do you stay that way?
It seems like hearing, you don’t hear
and what can I do
Except tell you again & again?
Your mind and feelings don’t dictate what is true
Why open up and let them in?
You should have bouncers on the door
To check their ID and
Give them the boot if it’s false
So who put you there and screwed in the cork
Keeping you bound and constrained
Every action defined by the fear in your mind
Of the “What if’s?”
So who will rub the bottle to let you free?
To escape the confines and truly be
The genius for all to see
Seems you put yourself there
and you keep yourself there
Cause you believe what your mind says is true
That’s such a pile of rubbish
Why do you stay that way?
It seems like hearing, you don’t hear
and what can I do
Except tell you again & again?
Your mind and feelings don’t dictate what is true
Why open up and let them in?
You should have bouncers on the door
To check their ID and
Give them the boot if it’s false