If I let my mind wander,
just a few steps off the path,
my thoughts are sent plummeting,
spiraling on past death.
Thinking of what could be,
what is, what's not...and why?
They threaten to engulf me,
Always, always they try.
If I let my mind wander,
like a dog on the run,
It's a wonder when it wanders,
That I'm not completely done.
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