What puzzle lives
inside your brain
And keeps you up,
your thoughts unchained
What mystery keeps
your sleep at bay
As you lie awake
carried away
A path you walked
one thousand times
And still each trek
reveals a find
What knots are tied
within your head
That stone you’ve squeezed
until it bled
Your greatest friend
but for the toil
Each restful moment
tense and spoiled
Who is that ghost
what is its name
If it resolved
then what would change
The Mewriginal 
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