Cerebral Gun

I have my hand around
the grip of this cerebral gun,
and I don't know what I might do.
There's a barrier in the psyche;
one that I wish to destroy;
yet part of me knows it's meant to be there,
for safety's sake;
but I'm willing to take the risk.

Whether I am cast into the deep,
and I drift forever.

Dream, dream, dream forever
for all that is seen is seen.


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