The Mind Is Everything
One thing I cannot live without.
Is something we all have.
It is the mind.
It is the basis
For all human ingenuity
The process of thought
The cage of sanity
Our entire concept
Is in grey matter
If I were alone,
On a remote island,
Time stopped around me,
My mind would break.
I would not be me.
And that is a life not worth living.
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