Why Carl Jung and I get along [Poem]

First of all we both wear glasses

Not to say I don’t have friends who don’t wear glasses

And what does that all mean to you?

I don’t see anyone else in psychiatry but you.

The deceptive perspectives of mind, get us into habits anew

Oops, I meant to say practice makes perfect

Who says it needs to be resolved?

So we are all bothered.

Now he and I believe in secret order.

Obviously symbols and people are undivided,

For some, sadly, love hides in their minds somewhere.

It matters what voices are listening to you,

Thank you for listening to me today.

Someone is going to have to push someone else forward, all the time or not?

We both believe in solution.