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Constant remembrance
The mind’s clever game
When the mind’s not a hindrance
There is constant remembrance
Life is pristine and beautiful
Happiness it brings is bountiful
Mind’s a playground of the restless
So many games, we are helpless
Hoping and praying life comes easy
Thirsting for happiness, we are needy
The games we play are ancient
The playground’s never been vacant
We don’t know of an alternative
It’s as if life is very secretive
About the path to happiness
Rule out the way of craftiness
It is the first vice that must go
Enriching the soil, then we can sow
The seeds of our deliverance
The roots, constant remembrance
When we ripen and stabilize
There is a possibility we may realize
The hopelessness of the pursuit
What we crave is an imaginary fruit
Of a tree that’s nowhere to be found
We persevere, even as our logic’s sound
