Tossing and turning,
around in my bed.
Thinking things over,
around in my head.
Never getting anywhere,
they are always around.
Forever inside me?
I can't make a sound!
These thoughts that go round,
all day and all night.
To get on ahead,
to put them out of sight.
They will always be here,
for this I have found.
I'll learn to deal with them,
whilst I am around!
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