Sometimes I think
I think too fast,
Too fast for my own good.
Sometimes my thoughts
They make no sense,
An overdose of words never could.
Sometimes ideas
They come as pictures,
Framed in amber wood.
Sometimes they fill
Spots in memories,
Where absent friends once stood.

Sometimes I fear
I fear too much,
Of things that aren't real.
Sometimes nightmares
Come when I'm awake,
My soul they try to steal.
Sometimes self-conciousness
eats at me,
I grow sick with its every meal.
Sometimes they make me
Shy away,
From the feelings that I feel.

Sometimes I think
I think too fast,
Too fast for my own good.
Sometimes my thoughts
They make no sense,
An overdose of words never could.
Sometimes Ideas
They come as pictures,
Framed in balsam wood.
Sometimes they are
My only friends,
I'm finally understood.