I already posted it in the main forum



My mind is racing, racing, racing
my thoughts are on fire and I’m pacing, pacing, pacing

All the dreams that I am facing
leave me so weak-kneed and bracing!

What is it that I am craving?
Why must my mind be misbehaving?

These fevered dreams leave me flying
but disappointment leaves me dying
what is the point of even trying ?

So many ideas to write down
and failure is such a let down

Give me pens. Give me ink!
Leave me alone that I may think!

So many dreams. So many songs
It’s a violent, seething throng

I’m now grasping at the threads
they’re all dying in my head

I just need one. I just need one.