During a movie in the night
my thoughts are predicting the plot.
During a lonely night at home
I have my thoughts to keep me awake.

Thinking,
Thinking,
Thinking,
And never going to stop.

My thoughts are my minds voice.
Pressing to be heard,
But always doubted.
Pushed down.

Thoughts can leave you
Distracted.
In a state of confusion
From the boringness of life.

All my life
I've been thinking:

I am alive.
Why am I alive?
Is it a miracle?
An unbelievable moment?

I am alive
Because I was
Supposed to be.
Life is worth living for.

I watch leaves fall down in Autumn, and snow fall in Winter.
I watch plants rise in Summer,
And flowers bloom in spring.

Why is it that I
Am the only one
That can be me?

"That is correct."

But is it really?

I cannot be me.
The caring,
Helpful,
Smiling me.

If I am not allowed to think.
My thoughts have been silenced.
Put under the covers of rules,
And knocked out by discipline.

My thoughts are what makes me me,
And yet I am me without them.
"What makes me special that way?"
When I bend to the words of others.

When I do the bidding of the rich,
And the services of the selfish.
How do I think for myself
When all I do is work.

Work for those who think themselves.
Think that if we stay blind,
And keep being sheeps
Listening to the wolf
That we won't find out.

That is now, but I am thinking.
Thinking that I will be free.
I will think, and I will not be punished.
My thoughts make me me.

My thoughts will break the chains
That bind me to the forever
Darkness of being blind to the
Ones that THINK they control US.

I will think.
I will be free.
I will be me.

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