Thoughts

so many thoughts running through my head
to many thoughts as I lay in my bed
mind grows full no need to be feed
no thoughts good, thank god I ain't dead

Bad news cometh and bad new grow
Visions of truth is you you must show
Realization comes and now I know
Heart turns cold like the white snow

Drive in the silence to sort out my mind
speed down the street like a felon in a bind

Maybe tomorrow I'll open my eyes and see
dawn of a beautiful day, woe is me