My mind, it wanders And I, I don't really control it, But it just sort of - tip-top-tips Away Into the darkness that, sadly, is my brain And I, I haven't quite mastered the art of Bringing It Back And I surely don't have a leash for it So I just let it wander And do what it wants Because, Really, Who am I to deny my thoughts the Simple Pleasure Of wandering freely I've never been so fortunate, myself
The mind is a lovely thing, And, oh, How it boggles!
My thoughts are very... Freefloating Compared to me
Funny how that works, isn't it?
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i skipped a couple poems bc they were v bad and not at all something i would write if i wasnt sleep deprived