A matter of the head

To live inside your head, what a terrific boon that would be

To live inside your head, where the grass is always green

To live inside your head, just a slight manipulation it would involve

To live inside your head, where the heart is content and troubles not heard of

To live inside your head, on your face—ever a smile

To live inside your head, where you are king and get to control everything

To live inside your head, ecstasy all the while

To live inside your head, a dream so fragile.

 

 

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