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They tell me not to think too much
Not to think at all that much
For it will lead to worry and bad health
The state of mental health is wealth
But I wonder how I can see a time
When my mind will cease working time
It works when I’m dancing or even sleeping
Like the sun that never stops shinning
As you see the sun dimming or out of sight
It is seriously beaming another side of the globe with light

Maybe, I have to struggle to stop my worry
About the things that put the world in weary
Yet my last trial failed for desperations amass
Amidst the unsolved questions emanating from mass
Impacting wrong doings upon the world
The atmosphere I find can’t be explained in a word
Probably, we have to accept it as part of the changing times
This is my difficulty in this changing times
We seem to wrong right and right wrong
And by this I see the change as wrong
 
It has come to a time I don’t know what to think about
And what not to think about
For everything deserves attention as all morals worsen
I quite remember a bible lesson
The Ark of God should not be touched by a non-Levite
And in an attempt to save the fall by a non-Levite
The anger of God stroked him to death
Oh, this my worry will send me to my death
The world has turned to problem creations
Our minds shouldn’t stop solving problems by finding ways of their deletions

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