Tue. Jul 16th, 2024

​​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.

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