THE DOOR TO YOUR THOUGHTS

Not all thoughts knock,
Not all thoughts make a sound,
They quietly build or shatter you.

Peeping through the door,
They don't let themselves be found,
Keep standing there observing you.

They slide in as if walking on eggshells,
When your awareness isn't around,
Taking advantage of the interlude.

Skating around your brain,
Trying to get you clowned,
When you're in no mood.

Compelling you to wake up,
And stand on the ground,
While in your head plays Hey Jude.

You try to make it better,
With your theories profound,
And find the thoughts that have been so rude.

With no mercy,
You hound, &
Great valor you exude.

Push each one out the door to your thoughts,
Lock yourself inside re-crowned,
To let peace ensue.