The conditions of the mind
Shaped by hunger, greed, and fright.
Though the energy is strong
It's misused or turns out spoiled.
Grand ideas find expression
In the words and give momentum
To the hope and the desire
That one day we'll be on fire.
But the next day's sun in sky
Blinds the night's profound mind.
Old conditions and reflections
Powerfully rise in their mansions.
And when energy stagnates
Nothing valuable gets made.
If we could only have the knowing
That possibilities are flowing
In a way we can't describe
Through the logic killed by fright.
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