Clarity Comes

 

In Gordium, a knot so keen,
A prophecy of kings unseen.
I came, with courage and a plan,
To conquer chaos, as I can.

With cunning, I cut through the cord,
Clearing clutter, claiming reward.
Keen to clear life's tangled thread,
Clarity conquered, chaos dead.

In my mind, the clutter grows,
Confusing thoughts in chaotic flows.
Cut through chaos, clear the flutter,
Clarity comes when I ignore the clutter.