Mind speak

As the sky outside gets overcast, my mind gathers clouds too! The gloom and sorrow of the outside world engulfs my mind as well. The mind is now a mix of anxiety, sorrow, doubts, excitement, worry and thoughts all blended into a bland, undecipherable melange. I see the clouds clear temporarily to give way to a welcome sun. I feel my mind clear a bit too to give way to optimism and hope. But then the dark skies are back and so is the buzz in my head. The rain plays hide and seek outside and logic, reasoning, clarity doing so inside!

What can I do with a mind like this That wanders often and stumbles so, That hurts and pains but doesn't give up That searches for something it is not sure of. What can I do with a mind like this That desires what cannot be obtained, That seeks to find what cannot be seen That asks to get what cannot be achieved. What can I do with a mind like this That doesn’t tire, doesn’t stop, That doesn’t think, doesn’t deliberate That hardly knows what it wants. I could ask it to slow down; I could ask it to be careful; I could ask it to be sensible; I could ask it to grow up. But a wandering mind can hardly be curbed. You cannot set boundaries, you cannot tie it down. It’s meant to soar high; it’s meant to wander, Let me let it find it’s ground!