Slave of our mind
To eat when hungry and sleep when sleepy,
at first sight sounds simple enough to do
but when swamped by thoughts, fearful and creepy,
we’re bemused by puzzles we need to sew,
so know not that peace graced on but a few.
Oh, to be a child again, free from strain,
frolicking carefree in the monsoon rain!
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