Thought and ideas jump around in my head
Sometimes there are way to many
But where do you take ideas that no one wants
That no one wants to hear
Oh thats right, they stay there
Until you find a way to push them far enough to the back of your mind
That you don't have to think about them
Held back by the will to forget
But when the will slips even a little they come rushing in
Pounding the inside of my skull
Wanting to leave the confines of my head
Insisting to be heard
They slowly fade down into a dull ache
Weak enough to be put back behind the wall
Then my mind becomes clear enough to be coherent again
But the truth is
Sometimes I like the thoughts bouncing around
With the ideas
It's nice sometimes
