Stuck on these thoughts
Thoughts on the future
Thoughts of the past
Thoughts running present And the present running fast
The one that chases and gets my hold
That stabs on the point where I feel cold
And the wound it leaves sticks deep inside
And induces a fear that the thoughts are alive
The time by which they\'ll cover what\'s left
And make the move that\'ll leave me dead
Maybe I\'ll fight or I might shut
Maybe I\'ll wake up to find that I am stuck