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Thought

The brain it can wander, twist and contort,
Constricting and strangle all of free thought.
 
Deceptions, illusions, tricks of the mind,
Closing off eardrums and making eyes blind.
 
Yet is it reliable? Can we take it as read?
Can we trust the grey matter, that floats in our head.
 
The penny it drops and enlightenment starts,
The minute we listen, to just our hearts.

(2014)

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