Someone told me his mind was blank

Someone told me his mind was blank I thought that could not be Until into fatigue I sank As happened now to me I'm thankful for the birds that sing Anxious for their return Meanwhile I hear my own ears ring And watch a candle burn Winter is long and dark and cold But ice melts in the sun How unreal to be growing old When life has just begun A blank mind may not be so bad Better than a bad dream Better blank than filled with rancor, Hatred or an evil scheme It's better to have a blank mind Than to be filled with stress Not to be the worrying kind But to know that you are blessed Tonight I found out what it's like To be wholly uninspired But empty thoughts can take a hike The truth is I'm just tired.