The soft walls of mind,
Contains the fluttering
Of emotions, love, passion,
Jealousy, hatred, lonliness,
Happiness, sadness
Fears and many others,
On sight, hearing,
Of some stimulation,
They come into play,
Making what we are
Of thoughts of togetherness
Fondling, kissing,
Beating up up someone,
in order what we don't know,
the control of which,
We do not have,
Yet we practice everyday,
Night, all the time,
To overcome to conquer,
Harness, let loose at will
But to no avail of consequence.
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