It's so quiet outside of my head
In my head there are many conflicting thoughts, like trash Drifting through a river
And like fish in the river there are things living in me, hopes and dreams that populate my mind creating schools of ideas that will one day grow into something beautiful.
But like the trash that pollutes the river so my thoughts drift throughout my mind polluting and strangling my dreams slowly killing off those that live in the river
Thoughts of doubt and fear are the trash that float through the river and make me question if there was ever life there, if I ever had dreams, if I ever had hope.
Who can come and take up the trash, who can purify the waters of my soul?
