My Mind
My mind is open,
Yet only unfolded
Is when you see
The narrowness of me
Have its disappearance.
My mind researches mysteries,
And is eternally curious.
Informally finding
Just what can be the truth.
I have already paved my route.
I ponder, have I already
Proven some truths?
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