Bring it Back

The mind wanders.
That's what minds do.
Don't hate it.
Don't chase it.
Just bring it home.
Yeahhh.
No war outside.
This one's quiet.
Let's get it.
The mind wanders
bring it back.
Thoughts go dark
bring it back.
Hands get close
to the old trap.
Air goes slow
bring it back.
No shame.
No attack.
Just breathe.
Bring it back.
I used to let
the mind run wild,
Old road,
old door,
same lost child.
One thought turn to
ten too fast,
One small spark drag me
into the past.
I don't hate the urge
when it comes through,
I just see it clear
like a cloud in blue.
It ain't evil.
It ain't me.
It's just weather passing
through the sea.
I sit still
while the storm walks in,
Let the dark talk,
but I don't
let it win.
No fist fight
with the ghost
in my chest,
I just give it room
till it needs less.
Let it pass.
Let it pass.
The mind wanders
bring it back.
Thoughts go dark
bring it back.
Hands get close
to the old trap.
Air goes slow
bring it back.
No shame.
No attack.
Just breathe.
Bring it back.
Discipline ain't chains
on the soul,
It's a hand
on the wheel
when the night gets cold.
It's not be perfect.
It's stay awake.
It's seeing the edge
before you break.
Some habits knock
like friends at the door,
Same sweet voice
from the life before.
They say,
Come back.
You know this place.
I say,
I remember.
That ain't grace.
I don't judge the
part of me
that crawled,
That part survived
when the lights all stalled.
But survival ain't the same
as home,
And I'm done letting pain
sit on the throne.
You are not your craving.
You are not your fear.
You are not the thought
that keeps coming near.
Let it rise.
Let it fade.
You can choose
what gets made.
I don't run
from my mind.
I train it gently.
The mind wanders
bring it back.
Thoughts go dark
bring it back.
Hands get close
to the old trap.
Air goes slow
bring it back.
No shame.
No attack.
Just breathe.
Bring it back.
My mind is a river
with a violent bend,
Pulls toward rocks
where the old things end.
But I learned the current.
I learned the sound.
I learned
where the undertow
pulls me down.
So I plant my feet
on the inner shore,
Watch the waves
but I don't need more.
One thought floats.
One thought sinks.
I don't become
everything I think.
That's the power
nobody can see,
Quiet command over
what moves me.
Not loud.
Not proud.
Not cold.
Just one clear breath
and a hand
on the soul.
Wander.
Return.
Craving.
Return.
Fear rise.
Return.
Fire burns.
Return.
No shame.
No attack.
Mind goes out.
Bring it back.
The mind wanders
bring it back.
Thoughts go dark
bring it back.
Hands get close
to the old trap.
Air goes slow
bring it back.
No shame.
No attack.
Just breathe.
Bring it back.
The mind wanders
bring it back.
No shame.
No attack.
Just breathe.
Bring it back.
The mind wanders.
That's what minds do.
And every time it leaves.
I bring it home.