My mind is unfaithful
It believes in too many things
Like a tree swaying in different directions
It permits the wind to push
Like a chameleon that changes color
It quickly decides on its own
Like a bustling, noisy vessel
It cannot anchor on one pier alone.
My mind is restless
It chases your heart
It questions in anger, in hurt and sorrow
Like a violent storm today-- miraculously appeased tomorrow.
It believes in too many things
Like a tree swaying in different directions
It permits the wind to push
Like a chameleon that changes color
It quickly decides on its own
Like a bustling, noisy vessel
It cannot anchor on one pier alone.
My mind is restless
It chases your heart
It questions in anger, in hurt and sorrow
Like a violent storm today-- miraculously appeased tomorrow.
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