Keeping Pace with A Restless Mind
So I guess this is how it always starts
I click play on the tube; a somber tune flows through generic wires into my ears
The kick drum kick-starts my stagnant heart and a steady beat begins, this is the start
Ear-drum’s on point now, matching every pound of the sound, my heart collects it’s rhythm,
Like a river, it flows through my veins, makes it’s way to brain; no longer am I the same
The switch has been switched, the light has been lit, my thoughts begin to take shape; in the form of a snare, a steady piano tune and a sultry voice hitting every single note as if it was programmed
But underneath these smooth words lies a tangle of roots, like the rose that pushed up through the concrete;
roots that take root in the fact that I’m not rooted in the mindset of surrendering.
Surrendering my worries, my fears, my questions, my hopes, and my anger to something greater.
Slowly, bass thumps in my head, and I’m back on my bed, pen in hand, dark strokes on the letterhead.
Jotted down notes that have kept time with the beat, and just like that my thoughts have taken shape.
The moment simply ends, flat-lines and I’m out. Rhythm fades and my heart returns to the norm, yet with the vines still tangled underneath my chest, I am bound to hit repeat.