A Mind with a Mind of it's own
The mind is a lovely thing indeed
it keeps us going and it makes us heed
the blaring warnings around our head
that you'd better think of or you'll end up dead
so what do you think of thinking all day?
you'll be driven mad by thinking that way
or maybe you'll realize something so odd
that people don't think, and their mind is like sod
but even the sod, of soil and grass
can be put together to make something with class
a beautiful lawn for the home buyer's eyes
the one who had vision to see through the lies
but what is vision without a mind to perceive?
two eyeballs that gaze but a soul so naive
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