It is a long time after
the mind enters a situation
gets numbed as if in slaughter
remains dull without stimulation
the shock dumbfounds
try to get into the bounds
an attempt which is a strain
progresses slowly with a feign
a delusion of a kind
keeps us in a bind
coming out is difficult
have to struggle in and out
finally reach the pinnacle of fame
crossing over the hurdles rather tame
well, the prognosis is to hit the target
could be accomplished within the bracket
yes, it is the mind that makes the hell
could also turn heaven into hell.
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