Prisoner of my mind
A winter fog moved on and covered my view of the beautiful river.
The water flowing and the trees moving were being used to entertain my thoughts.
I blow, I blow. This fog is nowhere to go.
Nature is fascinating and can comfort and calm my racing thoughts.
O fog, please, I implore, go away!
I need to feel free!
I need to stop the agony.
I am trembling for days.
I see misery.
I hear my ghosts.
Crying of woes echoed in this empty house.
I am a prisoner of my mind, and I need to sleep.
I am a prisoner of my mind, and I need to escape.
O angel, fall from the sky and rescue me.
O angel, can you hear me?
I am out of practice, but I still know how to pray.
O Santa, I was a good girl.
O Santa, open and read my letter and bring me the inner piece.
The sun is shining, and I have several tasks to do.
Racing thoughts are competing with my daily duties, but it is not dark for now.