Truth To Tell

I told it to the birds- the birds didn't listen I told it to a book- the book didn't question I don't have a confessor- couldn't make an admission I told it to the therapist All that was occurring I had to tell the therapist My boundaries were blurring I went and told the therapist My thoughts were wildly whirring The therapist revealed to me My mind was built on sand I'd sealed up ancient happenings Should take them by the hand And led them from past's mine-field So I could understand That cycles can be broken Too late, to make it true I had to tell the therapist Well said, sir, and adieu