I relax,
now it is peaceful, but cloudy
unlike the world in turmoil and busy.
I chance a short break to relax.
If all think alike, problem will arise
collision of ideas will occur,
confusion will result
and peace will suffer.
Thoughts bad and good, gain gravity when grown up,
so better be a child than get confused.
Let me rest relaxed lest I grow up soon.
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