Why are there times when you are not at peace
And the times when you want the internal war to cease
It would seem every mistake that you have made
Mount up and don't ever seem to fade
But all of a sudden it will turn around
And you will have retaken the ground
Perhaps it's just the way your mind works
That it puts you through these psychological jerks.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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