Storming Through My Mind

Thoughts begin swirling, storming through my mind and uproots a memory I did not want to find and there you are, like yesterday As if time had not come out to play No chains are ever needed on this mortal coil Somehow you imprison me using my sweat and toil I am just your prisoner, yearning to be free Soon the storm subsides, but it leaves nostalgic winds That keep blowing through my memory With all the broken images that are haunting me within Weeks and months go by, time is never stalling I hope my thoughts release me from the din But as soon as I hear freedom calling.... another storm begins!