It feeds on itself,
it never gets enough
It has a mind of
its own, it seems
Your head is its prison,
inside it has free play
Dreaming your dream
of freedom for you
The mind’s eye, the
rat’s stare into finity
It has a mind of its own, it seems
Don’t worry, it’s all yours
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