Troubled Mind

Fleets of discussion,

enters my mind.

An endless day,

and now a tiresome night.

Memories of childhood, 

emotions from the past.

Answers were revealed,

to the questions never asked.

Oh God!

does this brain,

never shut up!

Insights in religion,

smiles like a punk,

Why does my brain,

at night seem drunk.

A story in the end,

quiets my mind.

It seems like a child,

of a troubled kind.

Silence at last,

no dream so divine.

on a cloud I sleep,

with this child of mine.