A hundred thoughts fill my mind,
All forgotten and left behind,
My mind rushing to hold,
What these lonely thoughts may have told

These small bits of lies,
Hide from me in disguise,
Some for the sake of hate,
But like the rest they were to late

These thoughts hold many things,
Such as wonderful but forgotten dreams,
Dreams of joy and happiness,
Lost by a mind consumed by madness

Many thoughts pass and go,
Some I will keep and never show,
These are the ones that bring me joy,
These are the ones no one can destroy

A hundred thoughts fill my mind,
All forgotten and left behind,
And all the thoughts in the end,
Are soon lost again