My Mind Is Like a Little Boy

My mind is like a little boy, Who makes everything his toy. Unaware of any danger – I have to be its constant ranger. I tell it to stay away from detail – Most of the time to no avail. I remind it to stop looking for guilt – It finds not some, but a whole quilt. I put stress on not living in the future – Yet how much anxiety my mind will nurture. I cannot leave it alone for a moment. It gets restless, loose and impatient.   Take care, Helena Smole, author of: – a fantasy novel with romance Vivvy and Izzy the Dwarf: A series about relationships – Balancing the Beast, a book...
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