Sometimes I get repressed,
By just a simple thought,
Alas, It\'s time I confessed.
So hop aboard my dreadnought,
Follow my lead, to grasp my conception,
This will be my redemption.
Just like a monsoon,
My thoughts create a downpour in my mind.
Though this happens every blue moon,
It still wipes my mind blind.
It binds me like a snake,
Leading to my suffocation.
Then, as soon as i wake,
It leads me to starvation,
but, beware, because this is my liberation.