The creativity that once
Flowed through the mind
Like the wind through the trees
And the blood through the veins

Has taken a back seat
As the mind is now full
Of things that take priority
In regaining sanity and peace

A war has erupted
And being stuck in the middle
Is proving to be
No easy chore

What qualifies as being more important?
Moving forward for one's self
Or helping others to do so?
All comes down to the state of mind

The conscience is the ultimate answer
For listening holds the key
Whichever path it chooses
Is surely the right answer
Isn't it?