My little man, lodged deep inside me
With just the possibility of his
rebuke,
My feet are kept on the straight and
narrow.
The sighs of relief he expels are
like music to my soul.
My conscience and I bonded for life.
Him I never wanted but always needed.
Him I will prob’ly abandon with the
slightest provocation.
A choice I never want to be given.
My conscience is a necessary evil.
My conscience and I, may we never
part.
The world is a little bit safer with
him in play.
My conscience is the isle of my soul.
I love this piece Harry. come to think of it... what use will be of a man without his conscience??????????
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