The Mind Will Find Whatever It Wants

The mind will find whatever it wants,
To belabor.
The mind will choose to define,
Itself and what it defends.
That may or not be offense.

A mind confined,
Spends a lot of time.
In search to uncover its own comfort.
And even when that comfort comes to show,
A stubborn mind that it needs to grow.
That mind will always find,
A way that is done not to do it.

The mind will find whatever it wants,
To belabor.
The mind will choose to define,
Itself and what it defends.
That may or not be offense.

The mind will find whatever it wants.
Even if that is a haunting of itself,
To keep life a threatening existence.

by Lawrence S. Pertillar

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