my hands are all i have
but i still don't feel like my own.
the thoughts control me
[i am], they are the government of this body.
so i'm just my thoughts?
my thoughts ask why.
they want to know
so they trouble my soul
naughty my thoughts be
piercing through every part of me.
so why?
do i think.
do i be just this body.
just a thought.
tell me.
                                                             ­              - g.w