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.