Minds for ever changing
The lump of flesh called the mind never ceases to wander.
What looked most beautiful looks ugly in a lapse of moment.
Have to keep watching.
Not controlling but floating.
Committing and trying.
The floating is dictated by some mood thing,
which itself is part of the floating chain.
If the mind were not floating I will be in peace,
Or will I be bored to death.
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