Chaos calls
Peace rarely befalls
Mind racing like a million ants
Thoughts and mental rants
The noise is more than I can bare
Into space I continue to stare
Their questions nag at me
Will I ever feel free?
There is too much I don't understand
My flat-lining emotions are forever-bland
It seems, my storm is Chaos
It seems, madness is my boss
Spirit of Freedom please come to me
Set me free—Set me free
I just want peace like The River
I just want peace from The Giver
Common sense is not to be had
How on earth did my mind get this bad?
The honking and screeching in my ears
I hit the breaks as I try to ignore my fears
Tomorrow I will have to do this all again
At life, will I ever win?
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Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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Whew, that mental traffic jam is real! Hope you’ve got a good GPS for peace because Chaos sounds like a reckless driver.🙃