Cleaning the Mind

When it's time to clean the mind
So much trash I do find
Scrambled up like mixed up eggs
Very sick and I beg

Please take these things for my head
For there is heavy as the lead
That breaks down your heart and tears it apart
Why do I clean my mind to start

Meditation maybe it feels
Place that keeps a mind so still
Raging thoughts in steaming soulls
my mind ispins n a mixing bowl

Passing out words that have a ring
Words that rhyme and mean nothing
my pen as an empty feather
The ink has dried up like old and tether d

No more of this I'm done right now
My mind is Full and stand to bow
Thank you all for listening to me
From a mind it's clear as clear as can be

This poem is about: 
Me

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