As I sit here lost in my random thoughts
I wish that someone could be in the thoughts that I’m thinking
My thinking thoughts
The thoughts that are hard to express but that I’m always thinking
They ask me what I’m thinking, and I just tell them . . .
My thinking thoughts
Maybe in another life I could tell someone
You know. . .the girl of my dreams
But. . . that’s to much to ask
No one really cares about the thoughts that I’m thinking
My thinking thoughts
The thoughts I could share but I wear my mask instead
I rather stay in my cave and keep my thoughts locked away
But then again . . . who can I really trust with these thoughts that I’m thinking
Trust, a five-letter word that not everyone knows
But then again . . . everyone is quick to say, “You can trust me though”
You want into my thoughts but you haven’t earned my trust
So what do I do with my thinking thoughts?
You know . . .the thoughts that I’m thinking
Maybe I’ll just sit here lost in my random thoughts
Or just share them with the wall because I know that it will listen
Maybe in another life I could tell someone
You know. . .the girl of my dreams
But. . . that’s to much to ask
For someone I trust to be in the thoughts that I’m thinking
My thinking thoughts
~Kevin Pierre