The mind makes promises

But soon forgets;

Between the incessant nature of our body,

And the roar of the wind,

And the hat that’s getting itchy,

And our friend that

Isn’t anymore,

The buzz in our pocket,

And the song that must be skipped,

Or also the decision that now is the time

To start heading home because maybe

We didn’t make enough time for ourselves today.

The mind makes promises,

And tries so hard;

Like lumber trying to see the forest;

But is doomed to forget.

Start, we must think,

By removing the hat,

Maybe throw it in with the laundry.

Then, forgive the hands for being hands,

And the mind for the thoughts we think.

Spit out the blood.

Or at least as much as we can think to.

And please, we remind ourselves,

Forgive the hands for the way they are.

The mind will keep making promises,

Bless our heart,

But please keep in mind,

It is our nature to forget.