PRISONER OF TIME 2 © 2008

The Perpetually Troubled Mind

The perpetually troubled mind,

In a whirlwind of ideas that never calm,

Relentlessly searches for words,

That hide in the shadows of the soul.

Each sentence, a struggle,

Each verse, a constant challenge,

The fear of not succeeding

In raising an elegant construction.

One dreams of an idyllic work,

A building of perfect words,

But the mind, in its cyclical race,

Trips over doubts and narrow hesitations.

Yet, it is in the affliction that is born

The strength to create, even if uncertain,

For it is the effort that, in the end,

Builds the creation that the heart awakens.

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