This Crafty Old Mind

Visible Thoughts, Dave James Horn, David James Horn, David Horn, Poet, Poetry, Folkestone, Kent, Dave Horn

This crafty old mind
It makes mountains
Out of every mole hill it finds

In that chaotic haze of thoughts
Reality becomes buried
I go blind

And all the time my inner peace
Is driven off
Replaced with angry wild geese

But this crafty old mind
It ain’t so crafty
I take a long look at the chaos

I see cracks and man
Those cracks
So big, they’re drafty

A little stillness
Getting mindful
And again I feel refreshed

I’m the boss of this mind
Crafty as it likes
Put to the test I’ll triumph yes

David James Horn ©

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