Crowded minds make no sense
To the world and to your own
They’re complicated thoughts
The seeds that we have sown.
The mind does hold heavy weight
The burden of the world unknown
Where aspirations become a need
And tensions grow to the bone.
Although when nothing comes to mind
And the world is not at ease
All positivity is left behind
But beating hearts refuse to cease.
It’s only when we find our thing
That keeps the mind at peace
Like silent prayers and poetry
For a crowded mind’s release.