Monkey Mind

We let the monkey turn a crank,
As if it’s naught but a wind-up toy.
So the monkey shows its tricks,
And the other monkeys applaud. 
Look how well he turns it,
Up and down and up and down,
Just as if it were a gear itself,
But with so many of us why use any?
Perhaps I drive the simile too far,
For even a monkey has its rights.
So just keep at it, maestro,
And think the music your own.

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