Can you feel me?
Can you heel me?
There are thoughts coming out of my head.
There are no tears to be shed.
Only realizations are to be made.
As I sit in the shade.
I am reading the thoughts coming out of my head.
I am thinking of my thoughts because I am not dead.
Out of my head,
Someone not dead,
Comes thoughts of life,
And its constant strife.
From the beginning to the end,
Thoughts of strife, which makes people bend.
And these are all thoughts from my head,
Arising as I sit on my bed.
