[Supersonic]

I often times will sit and stew
And think of of people just like you,
I see your smiles and upbeat stride
then dwell upon what I’ve inside,
the waters seem so cold and deep
Without them I just know I’d sink,
To dream of times I’d be like them,
To float and glide, not sink, but swim,
I find I don’t associate,
With those who smile and know their fate,
Tomorrow I don’t know what lies,
But still I find a mask to hide,
I pretend that I’m just like them,
But know its just a means to end.
I often time will sit and stew,
I wish that I could just be you.

[Supersonic]

My thoughts they most times will go astray, they jump, they bounce, and overlay,
They swarm, they sting, they run away, and look for me, they want to play,
Like energy that burns inside, they mostly make me want to hide,
like swirling wind that twirls and dives they scare away to many lives,
they never seem to slow or tire as if they run along a wire,
they keep a pace ahead so free and more and more they destroy me,
I try my best to move as fast but surely they’re the ones who’ll last,
I say goodbye in hopes they stray but never will they go away,
In time I slow while they just daunt,
all I can do is do not want.