There are some friends which
Had been knocking at your door
Since early age,
Asking if you want to
Go play with them,
But often once you join them
You enter trouble and distrust.
At times, they convince you well
Of their wonderful intentions and
How much fun together you can have,
But going out with them
Returns you beaten, distorted
In an absent state.
Thoughts are like these friends,
You hear them knocking,
Occupying your sanctuary
But you see,
The door any time can
Stay closed.
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