Your Mind
You don’t quite know what’s going on in your mind
in time maybe you will find,
A way to go and a way to tell
of the thoughts that won’t stay in line.
A jumbled mess nothing more or less
a story with no commentary,
The deep down fears and the nonsense tears
those are unnecessary.
No organisation and many contemplations
and lots of indecisive making,
The assuring demand for others to command
which leaves others to do the taking.
Because the need is so strong that you just go along
despite the consequences,
And by then it’s too late to try and congregate
because you have used all your defences.
Unspoken concerns with many sharp turns
hover continuously there,
With no way to banish and no sign of vanishing
there watching you in a stare.
Trying to run before the jobs done
is impossible to achieve,
With questions left open and no answers spoken
there is no way you can leave.
But sorting through is the best you can do
to try and make sense of you mind,
Because one day you you’ll succeed and you will be freed
just give yourself some time to find...
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