on the mind
as if on some kind of soap
box preaching to anyone
who will listen
or to no one at all
the sun has been eaten up
by the clouds
on the mind again
we sit facing whoever
is looking no one around
every corner is another thought
may escape the private prison
created only to be destroyed
on the mind like a bus
taking the trip
to the other side of the city
or the world
it doesn’t matter
we change our minds
it is no different…
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