My Mind

My mind is weak,
my thoughts try to leak,
and my brain tries to seek,
the time I want to speak.

My mind is spread out like a creek,
my memories try to peak,
said my brain tries to seek,
at how this happened,
I need to open my beak.

Said it makes my mind weak,
when I know each day will turn to concrete.

Because I choose the wrong path to express nothing and no one sees, what I'm really feeling inside,
I need to just breathe...

inhale, exhale slowly,
repeat until the wind blows to me,
the whisper of being patient and kind, rest and unwind your mind.