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The epiphany of the everyday thought process of the human mind. |
| We get up in the morning We look up out the view that the window permits The sun sits up there Way up high with a glowing smile that says "A new day is here" We think Or we think we think.. Even though our thoughts Are just caricatures of the figments That our childhood imaginations manage to keep Lingering inside our skull-like-form Our brain.. This very powerful force That is the outcome of what we have today The man-made The ingenious The thoughtful The mind The so-called thoughts That inhabit our head Are maybe just a display of art in such a way That it spreads and attaches To the farthest parts of our souls |