One moment here and nearby
Next moment at far off places
Without intent mind roams around
At the start of a task thinking of control
Concentration is the word we opt to enroll
In between away slips the mind without a goal
Leaving us lost in thoughts with pending jobs on a roll
Really a fish in water is our mind
Wanders at its will casting a spell
Difficult to catch and keep it in hold
Wriggles and gets away from the fold
Mindless mind makes us blind
Lucky are those out of its grind
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Next moment at far off places Maybe mind's ability to imagine is man's greatest gift. We need to only control it when it goes in the wrong direction. Some neat ideas nicely expressed. Thank you.