Frisky Mind
Blissfully sneaked into zeros,
the mind was playing zero sum games,
permutations and combinations whirled in maze,
calculating gain was tough,
scared stiff of the loss,
mind began seeing loss,
where it was to gain,
it was so over worked,
that it did not feel that it worked,
working had becme a habit,
as if it was a carefree frisking rabbit,
rabbit collapsed of exhaustion,
and loss was immense,
zero sum game was lost,
for some time,
when it got back on track,
now the brain looked back,
saw the futility,
and overall loss,
whenever it went untoward fast,
it preferred to close shop,
and hit the sack.
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