Genie Of The Mind

Does the mind ever settle?

Running helter-skelter

Picking up pebbles

Pebbles turn into troubles

Troubles double and triple

Then the mind gets tripped

Peace of it gets stripped

Mind boils like a kettle

Its schemes get scuttled

It feels so belittled

So, the mind tries to show its mettle

Noises in the mind rattle

Thoughts in the mind, it is a battle

Like a genie trapped in a bottle

Control of it I have little

 I feel drained and embattled

Finally, I am left unsettled.