as my thoughts float aimlessly like fallen leaves blowing in the wind
the wind grows and grows
wind that started so gently and calm
my mind rages to take hold
but there is no anchor for me there
i must be steadfast in my thoughts
for i live there in my mind constantly
i tend to question my reality
if i don’t nobody else will
i refuse to let my mind blow awareness to smithereens
my faith will be my anchor!
Peace and blessings!