Seesaw
A million thoughts torment my mind, a restlessness from which I can not unwind, I crave an escape from my own mental anguinsh, a thoughtless oasis to which I may vanish Thoughts that range from deep to mundane, an internal storm that has me feeling insane. Thoughts of wants, of needs, of unfilled desires Thoughts of success to which I can aspire Thoughts of an untold future, Thoughts of a heart broken beyond suture. Thoughts of such blissful love, the kind I could only dream of. Thoughts of what ifs, should I's, or will it none reassuring in the slightest bit Thoughts that invoke a sense a fear, Thoughts from which I shed a tear A self inflicted torture from which I wish to be free These seesaw thoughts have drained me So Sing, Sing, Sing me to sleep, Steal each mental thread, and with each strand may you weave, a net so tight, that no other thought may trespass it's hold, and only sweet dreams I may behold