Jhing Jhing Jhing
Jhing jhing jhing jhing jhing jhing jhing
And so my heart goes—when there’s nothing to think,
Nothing to say, no one to talk to.
Yet the mind—it craves, it clings,
Demands a rope to swing,
Like a monkey chasing echoes in an empty ring.
So I sing—
Jhing jhing jhing
And my stupid mind grabs hold with glee,
As if this noise could set me free.
I wish—
I wish I could turn the mind away,
Make it forget I even exist today.
Let only the good self stay to see—
And slowly work…
towards a better me.
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