Nanne Nyander Poems and Paintings
The mind is brilliant,
but now I’m better prepared.
I know its tricks, I know not to get on the train.
The train of thoughts can take me on an
endless journey,
mostly to places I don’t find fascinating anymore.
I still sometimes find myself on the train,
but now I know where the emergency brake is.
I’d rather sit on a hill far, far away,
and just watch the trains passing by.
-Nanne Nyander
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