I sit here and think,
that’s what has got the best of me.
The mind alone can work wonders on any body,
so why doesn’t it cooperate with me?
Too many thoughts, too many tasks,
when will I be able to slow it down?
Compromise on meeting in the middle,
that’s how the world is seen.
Promises get broken and the thoughts overtake you,
but your mind is supposed to be far too keen.
I sit, and I pray to the Heavens
that this chaos will one day make sense.
The fast days and now blurry faces,
I hope they can forgive.