It comes and goes
Thoughts in my head
Sometimes it's light but then dark
Making me shiver and afraid
Sometimes so creative
That I can design a world
Sometimes so harmful
Cutting me deep like a sword
There are so many
That I get confused
It makes me do things
I feel like I get used
Sometimes I wonder about future
Sometimes I live in the past
Barely it lets me stay in present
Moves from one thought to another so fast
I want to make them stop
But they never listen
Only meditating calms them
Protecting my soul that god has given
