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The forest
Of thoughts, in a state of unrest
We hold within, a growing forest
Of thoughts, in a state of unrest
Carrying us to the brink
Of danger, it makes us shrink
Hoping to evade and escape
As the future takes shape
Wistful imagination appears
Conforming to our worst fears
Thoughts fill a wide spectrum
We partake in a small section
Selectively grooming the mind
Each gravitates to a certain kind
Positive or negative, we decide
In hindsight, it’s easy to deride
Choices made in times of distress
We look to thoughts to help buttress
Gloomy projections, they’re easily done
Portending the end of a fine run
If it’s a game, the stakes are high
The masses cry, as innocents die
Thoughts also provide a way out
If we’re optimistic, without doubt
Just as the sun rises and shines
Life as we know it never declines
When we look at our forest from afar
Thoughts of negative provenance can’t scar
The mind enters a tranquil spell of rest
It will end forever, this period of test
