Attic Mind
It's never too late to release your soul...
In dusty corners, cobwebs hide,
cluttered attics shut the past inside.
Forgotten dreams, unpolished gold,
gathering dust, history untold.
Your attic mind, a labyrinth deep,
memories slumber, secrets sleep.
Cluttered objects waiting to go,
a faded soul is covered by woe.
Declutter your attic, it's never too late,
Remove the pain that lingers in wait.
Sweep away cobwebs, let in the light,
Watch your soul soar into flight.
In our attics, where thoughts reside,
treasures lay hidden, old dreams tied.
Souls yearn to shine, to wander free,
heal their stings, to buzz like a bee.
So clean your attic, lovingly so,
and watch your soul begin to flow.
A peaceful mind, silent and clear,
makes you strong, releases fear.
"I created this to help you ponder whether you have something locked away in your (attic) mind that may be stopping you from feeling free and being happy. Most of all, I wanted you to know it is never too late to live through your soul and feel contented with everything you have experienced and will experience."
