The mind is a portmanteau with a bottom alarmingly endless
With room for more things that coalesce to both curse and bless;
Alas, the ignorant man with no inkling of cause or consequence
Never deems it appropriate to close the baggage grasping its content’s essence
Fleeting moments of pleasure followed by prolonged bouts of pain
Oh! Unforgiving materialistic vain.
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