My mind’s a river, sometimes clear, sometimes choked, Polluted with noise, where my peace once broke. Headlines scream, screens pull me away, I dodge the debris, forget how to stay. But I’m the steward, I choose what flows, Cleaning the river where my truth grows. No more junk thoughts, no more toxic stream, I’m clearing the way for my soul’s own dream. With every choice, I’m setting it free, The river runs clear when I’m true to me. Cleaning the river, I’m finding my way, Letting go of the noise that clouds my day. No more clutter, just a heart that’s free, Truth’s in the flow, it’s alive in me. Cleaning the river, I’m here, I’m whole, Presence is the home of my soul. Notifications pile, they mask as need, Feeding my mind with a restless greed. I let too much in, lost my own voice, Till I learned to discern, to make my choice. No more dodging, I face what’s real, The river’s mine to help it heal. No more junk thoughts, no more toxic stream, I’m clearing the way for my soul’s own dream. With every choice, I’m setting it free, The river runs clear when I’m true to me. Cleaning the river, I’m finding my way, Letting go of the noise that clouds my day. No more clutter, just a heart that’s free, Truth’s in the flow, it’s alive in me. Cleaning the river, I’m here, I’m whole, Presence is the home of my soul. No White House chase, no market’s call, I’m not here for the noise of it all. Like a river restored, I’m learning to be, Choosing what flows, setting my mind free. Each breath, each pause, I reclaim my ground, Clarity’s the truth that I’ve always found. Cleaning the river, I’m finding my way, Letting go of the noise that clouds my day. No more clutter, just a heart that’s free, Truth’s in the flow, it’s alive in me. Cleaning the river, I’m here, I’m whole, Presence is the home of my soul. No more searching, just a stream so clear, Truth’s not out there, it’s always here. I’m not the noise, I’m the flow beneath, In this moment, I find my peace. Cleaning the river… I’m free, I’m true.