CLUTTERED

 CLUTTERED

If you clutter your mind with the trivial and small,
No space remains for grand dreams to call.
Each fleeting worry, like dust in the air,
Chokes the vast visions that long to grow there. The one who advances, heart shielded and true,
Feels blood surge warmer, thoughts sharp as the dew.
Their spirit unburdened, their purpose alight,
They stride through the chaos, unyielding, upright. They claim a clean conscience makes pillows so soft—
A haven for slumber, where peace drifts aloft.
We'll test that old wisdom as time lifts its veil,
Revealing its truths where our doubts once prevailed. The rest of our days hinge on nights' quiet rest,
Where shadows weave wisdom, and souls are refreshed.
In silence, the heart learns what daylight can't show,
A map of the self only starlight can know. Some souls spark joy wherever they roam,
Like sunlight that dances, turning houses to home.
Their laughter a ripple, their kindness a flame,
They carve out a warmth that no storm can reclaim. Towering high are the heart's cherished tales,
Etched in the soul where no memory fails.
Each moment of love, every triumph and scar,
Becomes a bright beacon, a guiding north star. Days gift us laughter, bright and alive,
Moments of color where spirits can thrive.
Nights forge our wisdom, their stillness profound,
Unraveling truths in the quiet we've found. Defeat tastes bitter only if swallowed whole—
Spit out its poison, reclaim your bold soul.
For setbacks are lessons, not chains to endure,
But sparks to ignite a resolve ever sure. So clear out the clutter, let small things take flight,
Make room for the dreams that burn fierce in the night.
With heart fierce and open, with mind clear and free,
You'll carve out a life of what’s destined to be.