Search for Freedom

Don't waste time in fits of frantic worry,
adjust your mood, you better hurry,
or else you'll be alone within, alone without.
You can't even listen to what he's talking about.
You're too concerned, irrationally so,
with the book you can't find, where did it go?
My mind is a TV without the remote,
a tune that slips back to the same worn out note.
The more I try, the less it does,
the epitome of futility, because
it simply must pass in its own time.
Write a poem, listen to Sublime,
occupy your mind, think of something to create.
Take the time to perfect it and make it great.
You'll soon forget what not to recall,
and stumble upon one of the greatest truths of all.
A worried mind stifles an artist’s imagination,
and the way to find freedom is through creation.