the journey of thought...neverending
it is not possible for me to not be thinking
a huge piece of what to do
trying to get a clue
everything i've went through
everything i could lose
memories floating about
the fear of having doubt
then i open up my mouth
words fucked into a cloud
gathered yet so jumbled
wanting more then i can handle
running from the problem
hoping i see things as they are
laughing while i'm serious
crying over nothing
things that seem so trivial
always turn to drama
making too many decisions
changing my mind over and over again
given there is no reason behind beating
the fucking horse again