Mind

Oh! How it wanders?
How it clings?
To every little places
And every little things

However much you try
You cannot even one inch pry
It makes up the places to go to
It makes up the things to cling to

Illusions and perceptions
Successes and failures
There is no stopping
The things it can come up with

It is not for the lack of trying.
On the contrary, because of it
It will be like this
Till you are in bed dying

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