Sometimes the thoughts in my head
Whirl round and round
Like a ceiling fan~
Spinning, turning, spinning, turning.
Sometimes the tears from my soul
Fall like a river flowing
With no clear destination.
Sometimes the pain in my heart
Feels like an anchor attached to a chain
That is pulling, tugging~
Awaiting an outcry.
Sometimes I have a different feeling
Of love and tranquility
That comforts me~
And I smile.