Ghosts in my mind,
creating walls, erecting boundries.
I now see through the fabrications.
Mine, mine, yours, his.
We're all chained to illusions and blinded by ghosts.
Sever the ties,
erase the lies.
Nothing to possess.
Magical keys at my dispense.
Behind my eyes lay the answers.
I see it all clearly now.
The lies,
The greed,
The anger,
The great need,
to feed your habit.
Addiction=Possession
You can pull the shades closed.
Try to hide the world from me.
I still see, I still know & dare I keep silent.
Child of mine,
Look through my eyes.
Walk through the gate.
Be not afraid nor doubtful.
Open the door, walk across the floor.
Pass the columns, to the throne.
Learn all that is known.
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The second book in the telepathy series. It contains more ways for the up and coming telepathist to experiment with the sending and receiving of thoughts and is at the end of the story about future telepathy people found unexpectedly chosen by the go
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