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We're All Psychotic

We’re all psychotic
We don’t know it but we are
We are not in control of ourselves:
Our subconscious mind is:

If a smoker wants to stop
They could do so there and then
But they can’t just stop:
They smoke again and again.

Their subconscious mind governs them
And as long as we don’t get too excited,
Or agitated, or anxious
We can fool ourselves:  We’re in control
But we’re not.

If you’re an alcoholic and you’re disciplined
And want to kick the habit
Just stop drinking
Now- then and there.
What’s stopping you from achieving your goal?
Now.

You’re psychotic;
You can't help what you do.
(Nor can I)
We cannot command ourselves
However hard we try.

We do not have a choice (really)
Our personality decides who we are
And for those who drink or those who smoke
Livers or lungs do bear the scars

If you are a drug addict
And end up on the dole,
Is the situation your own fault?
Are you really in control?

We- each of us- views “reality”
From only our point of view
But what is “real” to me
Might not be to them or you.

Some spend too much time theorizing
What Life is all about.
Religion?  Sex?  Spirituality?
We all must have our doubts.

We do not choose our life’s destiny
Our subconscious decides
And we have no choice
But to go along with that ride.

When we make any movement we
Become aware just after we’ve done it
That “we” chose to act this way
Sometimes it’s a question of whodunit.

(Diminished responsibility…)

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