The human mind

On paper, everything just perfect, 
the poet's mind is still too restless. 
I write the mantra of life, 
I hope to write the most beautiful pop songs. 
Emotions such as poisons my ship 
over the gunwale beats, the battle is 
the never-ending painful work. 
Soothing words, I stretch out, 
I could feel the peaceful write. 
The flame of fire inside me burn, scorch. 
The human mind is like the wind, 
change the direction of the continuous. 
I'm like a feather, the tumult of 
storms. Little by little the world 
ideas in the middle of running away.