My mind racing, tracing pictures of what was what is and what could be, trying to find solutions to problems with high a degree of complexity.

My goal to make a  change, but change keeps changing me, gota stay focused, to keep my so-called sanity.

Life's trials and tribulations keeps messing with my mind, every situation pushing, pushing me, to grind. I work to tire muscles, so my mind can go to sleep, but even in my dreams, my eyes they tend to weep.

"Talk about it", they say that this will be the cure, but more than likely more judgement  is all that you will endure.pretending to care, pretending to know, but all just a farce for their private talk show. Cos everyone's a specialist, on things they've never felt, things they've never known, but their intentions are usually good, just so you don't feel alone.

So you listen with respect, and appreciate their words. Cos in their words is love, like peace in a dove, some find strength in those around them,  but Noone knows the truth, but he who lives above.

People make it difficult, to understand his way. Cos we listen to the voices, instead of trusting him each day. His voice is sometimes drowned, by pills and altered mind, or cos we sometimes are more dedicated, to our daily grind.

So spare yourself the judgement, spare yourself the pains, listen to the voice, that pumps the blood through your veins. Trust in him who made us be, ask HIM for advice, he listens more than talks but only cos he's wise.

Response sometimes a little slow, but better than you'll ever get, than in any talk show.