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Conciousness, mind, thought…

Within and without.

Nascent, immaterial, temporary…

The beginning of everything taught.

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Mind.

Extends to edges of all known and into the tiniest crevace.

Instant colours; dreams and phantasies,

Dark, light and mass.

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My mind wanders hither and yon,

Across nations, and kindred and tongues,

Reaching far into illustrious quarters,

Or deep into underground runs.

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I have beheld much with my senses,

Crafting more with what’s in my head,

Dined with rouges and with princes,

And even communed with the dead.

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My mind is my ticket to freedom,

No realm is locked to it’s call,

Imaginings beyond imagination,

My mind is my freedom’s call.

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Feed it with raw education,

Coax it with fun and with all,

Then you mind will surprise you,

Taking you wherever you call.

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Your mind is your ticket to freedom.

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