Thoughts, thoughts and more thoughts
Sometimes, it’s of you, other times it’s the equation without you
And other times it’s the X with you in the equation
The X that was never wanted, the X I always tried to forget
Always kept constant, even though the past was a good place
I think of the Y, the Y’s and Y’s
Y the X is always present, Y can’t the equation
B and Y can’t Y disappear so I can C
Y can’t I experience P so I feel free
Just Y and X, past and thoughts,
The world of methods, the world where I can’t be seen
But I remember me, who I stand for
A mass of ongoing reactions, anger, sadness, wickedness,
Jealousy, fear, shame…it can go on, because I am not any R
I need to catch some Z, so I can be Q’ed
U can be well assured of that.