Time “lost” inside my head
Is not time lost at all.
How do I know myself today
Without incorporating what I learned yesterday?
I cannot find myself you know
Till I discover the secrets held in store
And how old changes into new
When unfamiliar ingredients are added to the stew.
The peril of growing stale as week-old bread
Sends me back to get lost instead
Deep in the confines of my own mind !
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