The mind is a space that's bound for change
Only you would know about it
Just like our statures expand and collapse
So too, does the average wit
Somewhere in the middle we're broken through
And the listlessness becomes a habit
And the mind cry
Calling out in unison:
"Why does failure need me to validate its vanity"
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