Strange Thoughts – Breaking The Illusion

Once in a while, as you lay in your bed,

A strange thought might pop right into your head.

It might be so silly or scary or weird,

And you’ll think to yourself, “Where did this come from, here?”

You’ll scratch at your head, and you’ll say, “No, not me!

I’d never think that—oh, how could it be?”

But here’s something to know, something wise to be told:

Not all thoughts that come are the ones you should hold.

You see, there are people, near and afar,

Who share their own thoughts like a bright shooting star.

When you’re connected, by friendship or play,

Some thoughts can sneak in and float your way!

They aren’t really yours, no need to be scared,

Just send them away and know you’re prepared.

You can think, “This is odd, but it’s not really mine,

I’ll let it float by, like a leaf on the vine.”

So next time a thought comes that doesn’t feel right,

Remember it’s okay, it’ll soon take its flight.

Just breathe and be calm, and say with a grin,

“That thought’s not for me, I won’t let it in.”

Your mind is your garden, so let it be known,

Only you get to choose the thoughts that are grown.

Fill it with kindness, joy, and good cheer,

And only let thoughts that bring love settle here.

So rest now, dear child, sleep safe and sleep tight,

For your thoughts are your own under the stars’ gentle light.

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