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Yeah! The Elixer very much reminds me of a poem I just wrote.
A Peace of Mind (?)
A mind is a piece of work
(A work in piece unfinished)
In youth it borne a peace drawn blank
(But minds are born for the piece unfound)
In mind you know exception?
(In mine its no exception)
I’ve always felt that empty hole
(A whole no thought could fill)
If all that is is in the head
Then holes in heads could kill!
The whole point is in my head
(The hole in points is one ahead)
At night when I try to thread sleep’s needle
And hear the clock is ticking
(I’ve smashed the grinding gears to bits
Its here the mind is ticking)
When clockwork to pieces is too much time killed
A clockwork mortal time will have killed
My thoughts they turn the gears with force
(The curve life throws they fear it)
On curves they drive right off the course
(And some drove never near it)
I shift the gears for calmness feign
(The car drives calm but it drives me insane!)
At times I thought I knew my fate
At times I thought I knew love and hate
(At times I think I know not a thing)
I think I need something else to sate
Methinks I think of excessive thinking
(So I think I’ll think of a way to stop thinking)
Drifting afloat in cerebral tension
Wreaking havoc is a figmentine dancer
I called my mind to ask it a question
(In truth, my mind rings but it just won’t answer)
It is a happy fact that a written mind read is half understood
Because my broken thoughts make stories finished half
And when I ask why I can’t find peace of mind when I can’t find a piece of mind
The world can just laugh
"As we kill Time, Time kills us"
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