That nagging voice in your mind,
That guilty feeling which makes it chime,
The pleasure you get from being kind,
And the pleasure I get from this little rhyme;
Where do you think it comes from?
Where do you get that feeling so warm?
Where do you get all fuzzy?
When you are sad, you are misty.
Where do you think it comes from?
The gut feeling,
Mind’s little mewing,
The powerful mental healing,
And the body that is growing.
Your mind that expands,
And the thoughts that respawn,
Where do you think it comes from?
The chocolate’s deliciousness,
The feeling of muscle’s strengthness,
The sorrow of helplessness,
The joy of happiness,
Yes, I know.
This is consciousness.

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