Thoughts Are Tricks
Thoughts are tricks
Tricks are pawns
Pawns hold the king
Enslaved in his own lawns
Lawns are laid
Beneath the clouds
Surface of desire
Slippery as the crowd
Proud as the next
Fickle as comfort
Engulfed with guilt
Yet enraged at hurt
Morning till dusk
Pendulum's path
Generously left
Right to the wrath
Thoughts are bricks
Bricks are walls
To defend a spade
Or divide a song