I sat down one day to rearrange my many stray thoughts
There was one strain in common I realized as I linked the dots
They all led me away from regular routines and humdrum
They only gave me pointers never solved my conundrum
No single point to start no definite road to freedom
The fog on the roadmap stopped me from claiming fiefdom
I trudged along the mindscape in search of divine direction
When all I had to do was introspection instead of inaction
Some stray ones wandered away into the overthinking zone
Some thoughts did not belong I had mustered them on loan
Being me was not easy I was this assortment of prejudices
Honed by public opinions and rulings cognizance was in crisis
The backlog pressed and pushed for place now it was time
To sift old ideas out of the head and keep the ones sublime
This minimalism would lead to paucity of thought I suspected
But discarding old beliefs benefitted my space was now respected
The thoughts realigned themselves once I sorted my sentiments
The sentiments then infused some courage in my rearmaments
My search itself was my answer my reactions sought redressal
Each thought was gaining in strength too formidable to fizzle