My mind is free of clutter
And my thoughts are all pristine.
My brain is not a’flutter
And neither is my spleen.
I haven’t an idea
Nor a pondering or musing
And anyone who makes me think
Is cruising for a bruising.
My mind is free of clutter
And my thoughts are all pristine.
My brain is not a’flutter
And neither is my spleen.
I haven’t an idea
Nor a pondering or musing
And anyone who makes me think
Is cruising for a bruising.
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If you’re thinking too much
About overthinking
Then I think that you think
That your thinking is sinking
Your chance to think straight
And straight thoughts slink away
And by thinking of slinking
You’ll think of a way
To link up your thinking
And think slinking thoughts
‘Til you out-think the thinkers,
Both humans and bots.
If you understand this
Your thinking is zen,
But if you think you’re done thinking
Then you’d best think again.
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What if, with perfect certainty, you knew how to be good. You
Would have no ills or evils. With this great power would you
Live your life accordingly, an angel we’d admire,
Or is flawless, certain perfection a goal to which you’d not aspire?
Now if perfection weren’t certain and ’twas painful to act well
Would you trade your Earthly pleasure for 50/50 odds of Hell?
Would you suffer every moment if it might bring future joy
Or would you say “be happy now” and make pleasure your toy?
The point that I am making is in our uncertain years
Where our good or evil instincts are affected by our fears
That we might be a villain who believes that we are just
Or perhaps a clumsy angel whose good intent is all a bust.
If you’d be truly evil or would be extremely good
Then here’s a course of action that to take I think you should:
To seek a path of certainty. Through thinking you will find
More often the results you seek are those which you will find
And if another does you wrong seek not to cast your blame
But know that if you thought like him you’d probably do the same.
Hero, villain, victim are alike a future you
So why not think and weight the coin that judges all we do?
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I do not idolize
Celebrities who sing,
Who make emotions at a camera
Or hold a bat and swing.
I don’t talk about religion,
Politics or TV,
Or the theory of evolution
(Unless it’s in the context of eevee).
You might think me quiet,
And most often you’re spot on,
But bring up something interesting
And I’ll go on and on.
So if you want to know what’s new,
Do not ask me “how are you?”
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I’ve thought a lot about it
And I think that thinking is good.
I also see some virtue to letting
Things happen as they would,
For what is in our power
But our power to choose how to act.
We have no ability to decide
Consequences or outcomes. Fact.
So when thinking about the future
And weighing choices in your head
Don’t worry about the ending
But about the choice itself instead.
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