Restless mind
A perfect childhood, like flowers in bloom.
The ideal parents all synced in tune.
Yet the heart wanders to find,
the first signs of a restless mind.
The craziness of young hearts.
Always so mercurial, always on the start.
Even in motion and entwined,
Was just a restless restless mind.
The touch of first love.
The world so different, all powder and puff.
Entrenched in that strong bind, was still a wandering restless mind.
The little fingers of hope.
The depth of emotions they evoked.
Bringing them up all fine, is just a crazy restless mind.
The beauty and joy of being alive.
The day to day rut in which we all thrive.
All of life seems just so bright and yet in a corner lies an edgy restless mind.
As and when the end draws near.
The aches and pains, the dying fear.
Will that finally break and blind? The wandering of a restless mind.
