thoughts

my thoughts wait
in crooked lines
vying for my attention
I don't appreciate
the countless times
and do I have to mention
that my thoughts think they own me
they believe they've overthrown me
my thoughts think they own me
but they don't

my thoughts keep
right on talking
through everything I do
I try to sleep
but I'm sleepwalking
home without a clue
my thoughts think I'm the hired help
that can't take care of himself
my thoughts think I'm the hired help
but I'm not

          clear this mind 
          from all this crap
          believing all your thoughts 
          is just a trap

my thoughts change
with every minute
like they can't make up their minds
they rearrange
they reach their limit
and leave me far, far behind
my thoughts think I live for them
so I think I'll ignore them
my thoughts think I live for them
but I don't
I could pay attention
but I won't
and do I have to mention
that my thoughts think they own me
they think they've overthrown me
my thoughts think they own me
but they don't