(Rhymes and Reasons Collection)
By Trevor Goforth 

All these thoughts in my head,
Overwhelmed with dread,
I'm the one who will leave,
Easy to forget and deceive.

I'm the one they all run from,
Where do these thoughts come from.
Playing like tapes in my head, 
These are the thoughts in my are not my own,
The waves of words continue to drown.

Life can be such a waste,
No recycling my soul, no cut and paste.
Once it ends there is no coming...