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There's a river meandering through the mind

Vast as a landscape, not a straight but a meandering one
Sometimes placid sometimes storms, but always moving
It is alive; always flowing getting lost in eddies of distraction
Sense of timelessness flowing for millennia,shaping the earth
Thoughts shape you like a quiet meditation on introspection
It doesn’t always follow a straight path and  takes its time.

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