What strange thoughts that swirl around in my head
That convey love and hate and even fear.
This frenzy is proving that I’m not dead.

The longing for a life not made of lead
And clinging desperately to life so dear,
What strange thoughts that swirl around in my head.

My desires woven of the finest thread
Extend far beyond any earthly sphere.
This frenzy is proving that I’m not dead.

Snippets and worlds of words are left unsaid.
Musings ranging from abstract to austere,
What strange thoughts that swirl around in my head.

I glance behind and turn to look ahead.
The hidden storm earns many a cruel sneer.
This frenzy is proving that I’m not dead.

This seemingly useless life causes dread
But I recall happy times with a tear.
What strange thoughts that swirl around in my head…
This frenzy is proving that I’m not dead.