Mind Games
T Tom Billsborough
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The mind patrols like Time
In its relentless progress,
Librarian of our memories,
Our daily acts, deciding which
To catalogue and which forget,
But also acts as editor
Who may rewrite the scripts
Of our experience,
Over-riding consciousness.
And what of dreams? I sometimes
Think the mind decides to play
Its games while we're asleep,
Juxtaposing images for fun
In a new surreal way.
And so would I if I was
In control instead of he!
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