Toys

Thoughts are toys

Playing, there’s noise

There no winning or losing

It’s a game of choosing

Taking a serious turn

The mind begins to churn

Pining for a victory

Over this endless mystery

There is a reference

A child for instance

Being ever-playful

Nothing’s seen as painful

Letting thoughts remain

As toys, we will abstain

From the habit of misery

It empties the inner treasury