Try to Write My Mind

Try to Write My Mind


As I turn on my minds light, to write.

I sense that its dark and I don't know how to start.

So, I state the art, that my minds all apart.

Not in tune with the light of day.

It only comes around at night, after I pray.

Fights in the mental, surge spite like the devil.

I go on to stage a revival, on top of this paper.

What I find is what my mind has encaged.

There is a voice there, I can actually hear you.

My conscience calls, though I fear it has been seared.

Because my mind is only here, when I am clear of all my cares.

Oh what a sure relief, because my mind fiends for plenty.

To see, hear, respond to the things I sense are dear to me.

I have to fill up on the good and not the enmity of me.

In the daytime I feel so emptied of me.

Because I write to find the amity of me.

To take control and leave me whole, knowing and stating my goals.

Trying to write my mind to find things out for myself, that I want u to know.

You must get it right at night,

or pay the price to redefine your rhyme in due time.