My mind is tied,
Tied to a worry.
To a remark.
To a chore.

It's constantly moving,
Pounding down the path.
Removing all negativity.
Trying to cleanse my fear.

I am always stressed,
Even when I act brave.
I never give in,
To the darkest raid.

My mind is constantly beating,
Like a bongo drum.
It never ends its raid,
When there is much to be done.