in doom and gloom, lives belief
in dark days, there are people who are buoyant
good things find the mind
a chocolate bar, an even better book than before
a bus trip to nowhere or to somewhere
either way its a freedom bus trip
even with masks
great things find the mind
that one connection, love or friendship
that lasts a lifetime
or that brief fling that leaves soft footprints
fondly remembered
amazing things find the mind
cuddling nephews, who like to be sung too
and hearing auntie, called through a glass door
when you manage to make them smile
or only you can cuddle them
horrible things find the mind
a brain that recycles thought over and over
not relenting or giving breaks
insecurities that plague and dement
that give the good things a sour taint
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A well texted, well thought out poem. Very passionate and amazing story telling.