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

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