Fear is like a balloon.
Inflated by a mind consumed.
The skin fills until taught and thin.
Then it pops and the ghosts begin.
Frightened to death but not at once.
A scare to panic the noble dunce.
The deceit convincing enough to feel.
Although it's fake the ghosts are real.
Panic leads to a confused ideal.
Brandished swords made of broken steel.
A castle built on sand to be.
When forced to name the ghosts you see.
Control the mind to ease the flow.
To see the truth the mind must slow.
To rid ourselves of lies we knew.
Ghosts fade away to something true.
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