MIND
The mind is like a rabbits burrow that keeps
a den of stories and scenes.
You easily can fall into one of them and think
you are living in the world when really,
you are playing out a recurring dream.
Wake up from the personalized movie theatre
looping reruns of our fears and desires
and projecting our judgements back to us.
These mad thoughts are just like the poor
rabbits who run around, exhausting themselves.
Watch how they scurry without having to
follow them into a hollow underground.
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pOEM BY MEGAN KING
MIND
The mind is like a rabbits burrow that keeps a den of
stories and scenes.
You easily can fall into one of them and think you are living in the world when really,
you are playing out a
recurring dream.
Wake up from the personalized movie theatre
looping reruns of our fears and desires and projecting our judgements back to us.
These mad thoughts are just like the poor rabbits who run around, exhausting themselves.
Watch how they scurry without having to follow them into a hollow underground.
Related Poems
pOEM BY MEGAN KING