A thousand sensations make me sane
Under watchful eyes
Does my consciousness rise
Judging or harmless looking
I don't know what's cooking
In their minds so fragile
Versus mine so agile?
A sudden bell rings
Little hands make them sing
A chuckle comes alive
From the arms of a senile
A hole in the living path
While the passing cart
Alike in my approach
Reach my destination
With some hesitation
A thousand different thoughts
Fails to ignite the distraught.
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