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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required My mind is always running like an overflowing faucet Like a never ending bouncing ball that someone took and tossed it Paid for with attention that I forgot how much it costed As my mind will sometimes lose itself and I forget just where I lost it A mind is that a beautiful place yet it can also be very scary As those with sight to read the mind all readers be wary Like the venom of a beautiful plant flaunting poison berries Poison thoughts can rot the mind and the perspective that it carries What would it be like to explore another mind Is it like a whimsical circus from thoughts of different kinds Or would it be a calming stream to help leave troubles behind Perhaps reality is an illusion conjured from the thoughts we find As my mind sits in mental slumber I sit in a corner and sometimes wonder How I allowed myself to be pulled under By my own mental blunders Still thoughts run like a marathon with no intent of stopping Time would steal a moment's notice while seconds continue dropping As time sheds into the past the present continues cropping For time is neither round nor linear but explodes the moment popping Times combustion blinds the mind stealing that which it most wants Memories reflecting the past with the regret that serves to haunt The present steals the frown from the past wearing a smile that taunts Reminding thoughts that the confidence it bears comes from the pain it flaunts In the past, when the present seemed to be facing a downward slope As if the foot of reality lost its traction slipping on water and soap When falling to an inverted sky reality extends a rope Some may call the extension luck while others call it hope Or maybe faith, hope and luck stem from the same fibers of thought Like time catching us in the moment thinking it is time we have caught Reminding us of something we don't know but ought Control what you can control for time we can not
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