It used to think a lot
It used to wander a lot
Should I do this or should'nt I do that
Is this right or that is wrong
It was full of hopes
And lots of dreams to unfold
But the clouds of doubt
Were always ready to clout
Busy in weaving dreams for tomorrow
I allowed the opportunities to let go
But now
It is calm and silent, knowing
It is going to be always right
It has grown to
Brobdingnagian from genome overnight
Ever since it realized there may be
many bodies but there is only one mind.
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