Extreme Tourism Of The Mind

It’s a dangerous occupation,

Extreme tourism of the mind.

Travelling the vast wastelands

Of your own memory,

Beyond the boundaries of logic and decency,

For, as I often find,

The thin ice of reason may crack beneath your feet,

Plunging you into the icy river of regret.

Those waters never give up the dead!

If you must take that route,

Please take my advice:

Don’t travel alone,

And should you find me there,

Don’t wake me!

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bendergender's picture

Ha ha, how bloody true. A nice piece of philosophy for the common man to mull over.