Knots of thought

Where to run? There's nowhere to go Where to hide? I can't go below I cry, I cry I sigh, I sigh The world's a mess As am I So when I'm stressed I look to the sky Why, oh, why was I put here? In this place, this family, this time, oh dear! My head spins with spools of thought All tangled up in terrible knots I think and think And think some more that I should drink But drink I will not do my dear For when I do I lose my head And I cannot lose my head I fear Otherwise you will find me dead