-Your Mind-
They say when you are young
Your mind is like a sponge
And that when you're old
Your mind is a sieve
So what is your mind
When you aren't old
And you aren't young
But quarter aged?
A sponge cake?
An hour glass?
A strainer?
Because I can feel things
Drip
Drip
Dripping
Through the cracks
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