my entire life i've run away from my mind
fearing it's demise could come at any time

as a little girl id kick and scream
trying to run away from my daydreams
every thought i had, bursting at the seams
as i lay in bed ; sleeplessly

but now a funny thing
i find myself embracing how i think

perhaps thats a good thing
maybe, im just deranged
but for once in my life, maybe both are the same thing