In My Head

bust of a head

In My Head

In my head is where I live,

an open minded space,

where every little thought of mine

tends me to fascinate,

How big is now? What’s after death?

And can I bake a cake?

It makes me laugh to see the way

some people need another.

I need myself, that’s all I need,

I have no need for others.

We’re all we have, the I and me,

at first, and at the end.

There’s none before, and after, less,

so get you while you can.

Just keep your head and contemplate

and in there you will find

the only truly holy place,

your open, golden mind.

I stay in there, perhaps too much,

I’m often called aloof,

but I don’t care, I really don’t

for here’s the simple truth.

I’m safe in there, no one to hurt,

and no one to hurt me,

for only I may hurt myself,

so hurt I’ll never be.

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