Thoughts deceive, thoughts conceive,
Give birth to all our deeds,
We think too much when none is wanting,
High above the earth, with no hope of landing.
Tell me, O, tell me someone,
How do I put to rest,
This incessant rambling in my head.
We use what exists in our awareness,
To conjure meaning from stark nothingness,
In all of us lies this corroding tool,
To use as we please, but only the fool,
Gets lost in their made-up maze.
Every moment is something new,
Open your eyes, look up, gaze,
Once you've seen it you'll never be same again.
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