Cluttered Mind
Why doesn’t the mind get uncluttered?
Cluttered mind
Why do you keep me awake at night?
Why do you insist on filling my thoughts with doubt?
Why shout, when I intend to listen?
I never asked for my own opinion
I never asked to remember pain
I never asked to remember my mistakes
How can I undo this clutter?
People say to meditate
Or take a day for oneself
Yet, I’m alone most of the time;
With this cluttered mind
I listen and I understand
I hear and I don’t speak
Yet, it’s still talking
Why do our minds insist on talking?
Why does it insist on remembering the bad over good?
Why doesn’t a cluttered mind ever get cleansed?
About the Creator
Daniel Cottles
Just a Alabama hick
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