I find my mind to be elusive
Filled with mishaps and intrusive
Too many thoughts all at once for months
Putting up too many fronts
I see my mind almost like that caged bird
Hoping this wild thing can be tamed
It longs for possibility
Kept back by any shortcomings
And despite the control I seek to have,
I know that you can’t persuade birds with old chaff
So I open the cage and watch it fly
Standing by the window hoping and praying that the phrase is true
That if something is truly meant for you,
It’ll always find its way back to you
- lost my train of thought
Shelby Lewis is a fourth-year English major with a minor in journalism. SL956954@wcupa.edu.