One Thing

If there was ever one thing

that I could never live without,

I'd know exactly the object,

without the slightest doubt.


Every day since I was born,

since I came forth from the womb,

this one thing has been with me,

and I will take it to my tomb.


This one special thing

has never left me abandoned,

and as people came and left,

it remained my greatest companion.


Through trials and tribulations,

as I learned right from wrong,

I've created worlds inside;

books, poems, and songs.


Although it keeps me up at night,

and sometimes drives me insane,

this vastness in my skull

has saved me from such pain.


There is one special thing

that I could never leave behind,

and that one special thing,

is my beautiful mind.

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