Free Association

Freud doesn’t make sense.
Mother: Mary
Does my subconscious really speak?
Love: Fire
And if it speaks, does it speak the truth?
Church: Bells
And if it speaks the truth, does it affect me?
Death: Black
And if it affects me, do I change?
Red: Queen
And if I change, is it for the better?
Sky: Clouds
And if it’s for the better, do I ever have control?
Father: Time
And if I have control, does it even matter?
Dream: Sleep
Freud doesn’t make sense.


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