My mind has a mind of it's own.
It tries it's best to not become disowned.
When it was younger it thought it was grown.
When something crazy happens it's blown.
Sometimes it's wisdom that it loans.
It's determined to be forever strong.
When it's set it's never wrong.
Sometimes when down it sings a song.
Most of the time it sings alone.
But another mind is free to come along.
My mind is one of a kind like an exclusive cologne.
It builds long walls to block what's wrong.
My mind has a language that only it and I understand.
By the end of the day we're always shaking hands.
It has respect for all and love for few.
My mind is what separates me from you!
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