When she has no control,
Over the reaction of her body to,
The everlasting drone,
Of the spewing of the active mind?
Well, I guess one will surely find,
That anything is possible when your mind's to it,
And money's on the line.
And once defenses bring themselves down,
And you start to listen to the spirit,
You may find within what was before cacophony,
Is something good, and you are happy to hear it.
And it's alright,
If there never really is,
For your world is not ruled by others' sounds,
But by what your mind finds spurious.
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