Comes the Tolling I'd gained my footing, despite the turning, Cataracts, and waterfalls, pits, and ancient enemies, Each one a newer, deeper, purer, horror of mind shredding, for years I lay, an empty victim to endless mental travesties. I? I lost all meaning, I lost all sense In a land insane, I made my residence the bottomless pit became a trench I began to seek an end to this am? One day I stood before the final door a momentary finger pressure, I would be no more my mind craved release, my Dad went through this door He was slain by fell beast, I would even the score I? I put down the implement of self murder I let them have their way, and appear to treat this disorder and so, fell beast was drugged down into stupor but there, I knew it lay in wait, to be again my, "I's" disruptor. think? Full solstice two I took the witches brew and the flavor of my mind became just like a stew all the parts remained intact, but nothing distinct I knew I called up training old and deep, there had to be something new. I! The I of mind, the me that's I untested wings, determined, to fly, leaving orthodoxies behind I leap for the sky, what else could there be, but give it a try. Think! I've come to know , my thoughts to watch, cognitive distortions always must I spot tis a tricky thing, automatic thoughts to stop their error is most clear once caught. Therefore I turned my eyes to "I" I trained cognition on what was lie To what pride I had I bid a quick goodbye for much would I see, if I dared to reach for the sky I Thus began this fight of mine Way back there while nearly blind one day ‘tis sure some peace I'll find Mine own, and only mine shall be my mind! am! That day is not yet and I have been abyssal great sadness and despair had me all unable memory and faith can see me through unstable until the day when I may, these moods give dismissal. . . . I think, therefore, I am!! My mind shall be mine own!!!
