Jotter, tita; tatår,
Goes the prater of mind's matter.
Mind's matter is full of chatter,
Beating points around with such smooth smatter!
Now place your face upon t'platter,
Relinquish any such false; foolish flatter.
Hold hope high as the hills,
Never feel that you must pop-a-pill.
Tip; tap, bounced the round rat,
Sniff; Squeak, creaks the old rat,
Begun upon a mid-day sun,
So the will writes another one.
So cast your mind into the past,
Where at last you may find truth's path.
Walk this path and never dare stray,
For then you shalt always find your way!!!
Inspired by William Blakes Poem "Tygar"
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