Of What I Take In
If how I think and what I write
Is linked to my smell and sight
Then there would be no respite
From what I see and hear and write.
If how I think and what I talk
Is linked to all I read and naught
Is linked to all I hear and feel
I must take care of that long reel,
Mindlessly it spins and spins
Taking light from out and in.
If how I think and what I do
Is linked to all I take in too
I must beware, it is a snare,
Of what I take in and how I do.