your mind is a funny thing.
a puzzle you can't solve,
a cave you can't escape.
a tunnel with no light,
never fails to keep you awake.
a hundred thoughts rushing through your brain,
they ask 'are you okay? ' but you can't explain
how it always manages to leave you shattered,
how it never lets you sleep,
how that endless pondering often makes you weep.
your mind is a funny thing,
sometimes a boon, sometimes a curse,
can light up your world or make it worse.
will put you together, or break you apart,
but the cycle never stops once it starts.
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