Pointless scrawls of a restless mind

The pen makes pointless scrawls,
doodling out shapeless thoughts
for, the hand that holds it is restless
coaxed by the managerial mind
to be productive, effective, purposive,
a mind schooled, cast in brittle molds
schooled alas, to be blind to the beauty of stillness,
the fullness of emptiness, the joy of nothingness,
a mind ever wanting to run to the finish lines of nowhere,
to change, to tell, to make , to do
to rationalize, hypothesize, intellectualize, criticize
to find succour in a futile heap of verbs ..
while the heart yearns to just be ..
aimless, guiltless .. just be ..