My Mind's a Clutter

I've always wondered why more often than not my mind is full of things --pictures, faces, places --all fleeting and never lasting. Is there any reason why my attention never lasts forever? I tap my feet or drum my fingers, I even doodle on papers. Why can't I sit still and listen long enough to hear what really matters?

My mind is crowded with thoughts of wonder. Cluttered so much I'm afraid it will falter. I can carry a conversation like any other person, stick to a topic then that's a different question. I jump from topic to topic, finding each time a connection. A skill I can put to use with the game, Kevin Bacon's 6 Degrees of Separation.

I close my eyes to try and quiet my mind. Attempting to clean up, my cluttered mind. Instead of stillness of black quietness, I see colors of motions and chaos. Of psychedelic contours ... all these movements without apparent cause. I smile because it amuses me because I am privileges to see, the world through a different set of eyes. Full of wonder as big as the skies.

So now I sit here, telling you. I can never sit still, but I'll always always be true.



It could have been you
Who walked on the moon
It could have been me
Who drew a popular cartoon

It could be him
Who found the cure for sickness
It could be her
Who instituted world peace