poetry

Blind your mind

What is the mind?

So web-like designed

A Frenemy of its kind

Beauty and beast of mankind

Never laid to rest

Like the tip of a crest

Standing on the edge

Like a withered sedge

Always seeking

Always peeking

Newer phases

Complicated mazes

Power of over-thinking

Linking, blinking, shrinking

The mind needs a break

Or needless demons come to wake

Free your mind

Leave it behind

Sometimes do this

Feels just like bliss

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