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.