The mind’s set up in such a way
It needs to keep control,
Believing, if it rules the day,
Then it’ll be more whole.
And so it strives to hold the lead
With all its meagre might
And, on occasion, does succeed,
Much to its great delight.
But, at the heart of its success,
There lurks a blood-red beast
Which doesn’t care if mind has stress,
As long as it can feast.
And so the mind hunts far and wide
To keep the monster satisfied.
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