My anxious mind

 My anxious mind

My anxious mind runs a lot
it makes me half insane
crazier than a wild horse
that wanders in the plain

At times it brings the distant past
its moments, sour and sweet
at times it tells my fortune
that seems so sad and bleak

It seems I have to find the switch
and I can turn it off
so demons stop to haunt me
with such disgust and scoff

At night I stand in silent room
my mind calms down a bit
it seems I don't need these drugs
to climb outside the pit