Never out of order, but just right and in time,
Too diligent and keen to even lose a dime,
Striving hard to be true, straight, and precise,
But losing all the time, thinking things over thrice,
Checking up on the switch, throwing over a thousand looks,
I've been losing all my liberty, caught up by these hooks.
"Turn off the stove and check it if you did!",
Shouts my mind out on a loop, and I do it even if I did.
"Walk in the right pattern, or lose the ones you love",
Says the devil in my mind, on repeat, as he loves,
Not being able to stop him, I play his prey,
Asking myself if I'm fine, or delusional all the way.
Horrified by the upshots, and afraid of getting lost,
Frightened of the devil, who might make me bear the cost,
I do whatever he says, being the demon's little dove,
Acting just as he instructs, staving off every shove,
Being his mere puppet, controlled by his strings from above,
As I have to save myself, along with the ones I love.
- The Conscience