In my head again

Nov. 24, 2004


These thoughts, these thoughts are whirling.
Turning, obsessive, burning.
They make me lose my sense of reality,
What’s true and meant to be.
Like a broken record,
These thoughts they never temper.
My ego gets in the way,
Telling my mind just what to say.
And then my heart,
Saying to Thine Own Self Be True.
Then my groin,
Saying only think of you.

Turning, burning, churning
My heart is forever yearning
I’m in my head again.
Can’t see through the fog.
Is it real or fantasy or just an idiocrasy?

My feet once were firmly planted,
But my thoughts then take over ramped,
Obsessing and pleading and worrying.
No one has the answers,
Not my mind,
Not my heart,
Not my groin.
Insanity is what it’s called,
And it’s all in my head again,
Forever until the end.