Mind Games

The mind is a beast
It comes from the east
Back to the beginning
It seems to have no ending
It endures suffering and pain
Through it all it tries to gain
You think you know
But the mind has its own go
If you move to fast, it moves too slow
It can trick you and tease you
It’s games will not please you
The mind works on its own
In pain it will moan
If you ignore it, it will scream
It doesn’t mean to be mean
You can not tame it
It will throw a fit
You must work with it in order to grow
That is the only way to truly know

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