Wandering mind

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!