
The six sense can make you tense
they make no sense
Taste can make you in haste
Smells can make you yell
Some touch is too much
Hearing can be searing
See is believing
Mind ties you in a bind
So relax in your tracks
Be here and now
And find the non-sense
Then
Taste wont turn you into paste
Smells wont make you yell
Touch is not that much
Hearing is appearing
Seeing is being
Mind wont bind
So don’t forget this rap
And the six senses will make some sense