Whose thoughts are these?
They are not mine.
Mine are to please
Not to resign.
Dark thoughts dont belong in my mind.
My thoughts are to be of another kind.
Of love, and light, and stars so bright
Of songs of praise that fill the days
Where have these bright thoughts hidden?
On someone elses synapses ridden?
Stolen from me like a thief in the night
So all I can feel is this eternal plight.
Arrest this thief and return what was raided?
It's too late, for now Im jaded.
