The mind in things

They write what you want to say, you just speak it
Every talk show, every speech
Programmed applauding, foreseen
Quite a grounded universe, false freedom

Meanwhile in a parallel universe; feet in the air, hands that talk
Mutes that understand, cripples racing olympics
These games we play are either in the mind, or I’m crazy
Because certainly, the mind in things, has ever been a lost practice

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