Wandering mind

There's a hurricane a'blowin'

Not just in the streets

I wish I stayed out of trouble

I wish my mind would let me

What is a thought that never goes away

That never lets you have your silence

Your peace or your way

I'm glad the winds are in turmoil

It shows me it's also the world

Not just these twisted, caffeinated knots in my chest

What's the reasoning if not wanting what I want?

I think I'll keep paddling

Let the rain rinse off my doubts

I'll take whatever the universe gives

I'll let my view be my rudder

Though right now these stormy skies

Seem much better. 

◄ October 2003

Chisney ►

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keith jeffries

Sun 20th Jun 2021 09:30

This poem intrigues me as the wandering mind is prone to distractions of all kinds. It can be a form of mental surfing of the mind which achieves little if anything but also provides a space for ideas to ferment. One's surroundings and temperament also come into play.

I enjoyed this. Well composed.
Thanks
Keith

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