The unquiet mind

The unquiet mind
Churning, turning, yearning
Searching for something to find
In the pursuit of learning?
Just trying to unwind

Bound, wound up too tight
Wrought from the day’s struggles
And the week’s, month’s, and year’s
Trying to excite
But it only fuddles
Spinning too fast are the gears

Always thinking
With nothing as my focus
Yet everything calls my attention
Peace carried away