image by Vorg
The chorus of
A voice
Unchanged,
Silence amongst the mess
We make
A hut....
Where you sit....
A hut...
The mind has many trappings
For wealth,
Coins chatter,
Paper wealth, and crisp dollars
The mind, it weeps
A starving man to a
Malnourished mind.
Red Ebony
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