The mind is a circle

forever chasing

on the Track of Time.

Simple, but complex--

where and how, you ask?

Just mint tea, with lime.

Cow on bluff,

facing freeway--

satisfied enough.

On her own,

she chews and chews--

with never a groan.

Naught a care,

far from the herd--

just sunshine, fresh air.

Mind is clear,

not like WE are--

racing far and near.