MENDING MIND
Clouds forming off a crux whirl Thoughts come rolling awhile Of my past reminiscing in a matrix With turbulent unending affix From my curly lowly lonely hearts Whispering conscientious arts Reaching into imagination untold Hoping for positive to unfold Of possible plausible joy that could But not sure that's all that would Our humanity in this we see Of our flaws we suffer some fee Our mind travel but its often gaged By many, any and every often tagged Should I rise from all irrespective I only pray for a new perspective