Them, my wayward thoughts. I can't control them.
They don't know the hurt they cause. They don't know what they can do. They don't know their power over me. They don't know. They don't know.
Cruel or sweet, cold or sympathetic, intelligent or foolish. They have no rhyme or reason. No consideration of purpose. They come and go, go and come.
They control me, my life, my words. They won't let go.
Like a song that sticks in your head, singing itself over and over and over.
Repeat, repeat it. Remember, don't forget it. Feel it, think it, mean it, live it, want it, be it, try and stall it.
It's beyond me, now. There's nothing I can do anymore. So I close my eyes, take a deep breath, and let them take over. I'm under their power.
My wayward thoughts are controlling me.