Suppression - 2/6/2002 Vague feelings, fleeting thoughts Dance through my head In a race to drive me mad. I shouldn't be thinking the way that I am, But there's something inside, Something I pushed sown long ago, A rising thought, Gasping for air as it nears the surface. Vague feelings, fleeting thoughts Dance through my head Trying to give me a sign. I don't want these thoughts, But try as I might, they won't go away. Distractions are merely that, And my thoughts soon return.