Can someone please turn off my mind?

My thoughts are racing all the time

There is no reason or no rhyme

I'm trapped inside myself

A newborn baby has two primary modes of communication

Laughter, which says, "I love this"

Or crying, which says, "This frightens me, I'm in pain"

Life can bring much pain

There are many ways to deal with this pain

Choose wisely

At the bottom of the hourglass

Lies sand that represents the past

In which all of my demons rest

I'm calling out for help

There are many ways to deal with this pain

Choose wisely

Choose wisely, choose wisely, choose wisely, choose wisely

Choose wisely, choose wisely, choose wisely, choose wisely

Choose wisely, choose wisely, choose wisely

K-O-D