Well after we’re asleep, quite late at night,
We dream in stories, not in random patterns.
So who, inside our minds is the playwright?
Who authors fearful chases, sex encounters?
And how if we are stymied or depressed,
Or overwhelmed with doing what we’re told,
Can we use copings that we’ve long repressed,
and act as if we’re only eight years old?
And what of two minds consciousness controlling,
One acting while the other is in hide?
And where, when giving orders or consoling,
Does God transmit, or in our minds reside?
When we ourselves feel praise or self deride,
Do parent’s voices still control inside?