Clutter

My mind is a clutter of thoughts today
Rough like sandpaper
Won’t smooth down
Won’t smooth my soul.

Passion’s fleeting, and flies away
So far away
So not wanting to caress
My muse and stroke my ego

So, as I stand here in my thoughts
In my clutter.
Maybe organize one piece at a time.
Take the clutter away.

Smooth out my insides
Let my passions come home to me.

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