Lost

 

Our bodies respond obediently to the mind;

therefore our minds are in power, having the reign.

There is only the mind in the core of conscious,

perpetuating itself as an infinite mirage of magic.

It is only there to say a quick hello and goodbye:

every time we think what we're thinking has effect.

Bury this poem. Passionately embrace a cig.


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