Each of us with our own
Entourage of spirits around us
Our own secret service followers
To protect us and arrest us
Each of us a monarch mind
Whose courtiers bow and scrape
Whose wise advisors tell us
What to say and think
Or it could be a circle of friends
A family of overlapping ideas
Who perceive you at your best
Even when you least expect it
These thoughts won't leave you alone
Until you can create your own
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