INNER SANCTUARY

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INNER SANCTUARY

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I lead a sheltered life

I know this because I am the one that shelters it

I shelter myself from vexatious people

Too good to be true scams, vile sentiments

Evils that I can not fix, worrying about disaster scenarios

I somehow instantly create in my mortal mind

I shelter myself from myself

From the old programming of seeing all my flaws and weaknesses

But none of my assets and strengths

If my inattentive mind has drifted into dark thoughts

I grab the wheel and steer that thing right back over to

The sunny side where vision is much more accurate

Where I can decorate my shelter with bright happy things

Fun thoughts, a philosophy of renewal and redemption

Which pretty much covers everything

As a good shelter will always do

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