Thoughts

Leaves me confused, to the core of my brain

The same thing said, repeating a refrain

I try to expel it, but all to vain

It results in stress, puts me under strain

Oh, stop this dripping of thoughts, like slow rain

Remind me rather of things of some gain

Like times spent in the fields of gold, of grain

Running beside the huffing, puffing train

Lying still, thinking of fiends to be slain

But, no, don't remind me of all the pain