Clutters

Empty mind with endless plans,
Missing will to succeed any,
Soul who lost its passion to life,
Dreams and hopes seems ambiguous..

Truth or lies, the heart is blind,
Fail to see or hear or feel,
Mind that lets the ear controls,
Trusting in every fool's superstition..

Poetry is the cries of the heart,
Unpainted vision of the eyes,
Why do it gave much comfort,
Once given a form to exist..

Mutterings and mumblings,
Voices in the head,
Stop these endless chatters,
Unite them into one..