And there goes bound by the squared walls of the mind,

Boiling to a degree higher than it should be,

It refused to display sangfroid,

You could hear the mind ticking,

Echoing minutes seemed like years,

The mind was as pressured as it was,

Yet you could do nothing about it,

The squared box of the mind kept fuming,

For reasons some known and others unknown,

The churned emotion ready to vent,

To a greater length as it had to be,

There you tried diverting the angered strokes of the mind,

You took hold of the grip,

You let it mellow as it could,

The roaring anger had a halt,

The vent lowered,

Just as the pressure of the mind simmered,

The mind calmed to a dot,

And the calm evoked within.