A battlefield is a metaphor
I’d use to describe my mind
Constantly my thoughts
They fight against each other
Until something gives
Things have to be resolved
There’s no place to be resolved
There’s no place for confusion
Or delusions
No place for chaos or aversions
Events, relationships, goals
Must all have there place
To the strictest sense
No room for unresolved situations
Issues of priority race through my head
They do not go away until a decision is made
At times it’s hard to deal with—
So I become worried
It’s the way I deal with it
Because the problems are present and nothing I can do
To fix them
My mind becomes discontent
Because the battle is still present
How can I cease the contention?
And make room for peace,
Love and relaxation
