My Mind
And here I stand,
With my mind and me
To orchestrate my ability.
I can count the sand
Or analyze the land.
Anything I see,
Belongs to Me.
Because the mind that moves the hand
What can stop a powerful mind?
No Sphinx's Riddles,
Or Devil's fiddles,
There is no answer I cannot find.
Nothing can put me in a pickle,
When I have me and my mind
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