Often I wonder what ponders my mind
Words that torture secrete and bind
For many the mind is a peaceful place
To me the mind is a restless face
A face fraught by time and remorse
Endangered by life's endless course

To think may seem simple and plain
A chance for power, knowledge, and gain
However for some knowledge is sour
A double edged sword from which they're devoured

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