These Are The Thoughts These are the thoughts that go through my head In my backyard on a sunday afternoon When I have the house to myself and I am not Expending all that energy on fighting With my boyfriend Is he the one that I will marry And why is it so hard to be objective about Myself why do I feel cellularly alone Am I supposed to live in this crazy city Can blindly continued fear - induced regurtitated life - denying tradition Be overcome Where does the money go that I send To those in need, if we have so much why do some people have nothing Still why do I feel frantic when I first wake...