The Essence Of The Mind Poem by Julie corneloup
The Essence Of The Mind
A name
In a frame—
That's a shame,
Just like the flame
Of a fake candle.
It looks humble,
But can be a source of trouble,
Which can cost double.
Am I crazy
Or lazy?
Maybe I live in fantasy,
Where my dependence on ecstasy
Is a strategy
To regain my purity
In your reality.
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