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GIDDY, YUP
Trying to control my thoughts
That I generate from inside my very own head
Should be fairly easy and convenient
Like riding a glorious Winged Pegasus
Through delightful and lofty clouds of reason
With intrepid me lightly holding the reins
Unfortunately, this is not always the case
Sometimes my mind becomes a bucking bronco
A wild racehorse, temperamental, touchy, easily spooked
Plunging and kicking while I try to hang on
Until I can gentle the wild eyed critter down
Soothe it with magical words like "quantum physics"
And the fact that there is no "there" there
Here in Wonderland, where I must make my own path
No matter how fickle my steed
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