FIRST LINE OF DEFENSE

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FIRST LINE OF DEFENSE

I could ride around in an armored vehicle

While wearing a Hazmat suit

Surrounded by armed body guards

With a Taster to check for poisoned foods

Medical professionals at my beck and call

Live in a fortress, guarded and patrolled by lions

Every alarm and lock in place

Yet still not be safe

From my damaging thoughts and unworthy impulses

My first line of defense must be to patrol the perimeter

Of my vast thought wilderness, 

Full of unknown possibilities and probabilities

I walk with my inner spiritual advisors looking for those thoughts

Which might rise up and defeat me

Because safety comes first, last and always

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