Do you think I don’t see you lurking

There behind the glint in my eye

Always waiting for my weakness

The Jekyll I strive to deny

Not that my hyde is full of virtue

Or even close to morally safe

But when held in comparison

Still has goodness I can place

Less a devil on my shoulder

As a switch in my brain

Able to shut off all reason

And justify the profane

That glint I see now and that lives in my  head

Beckons me to freedom from thinking or dread

Questions my sanity and all I hold pure

Tries to control me with pure pleasures lure

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