My thoughts are a spinnin’
There’s smoke in the air –
Got so much confusion
It’s curlin’ my hair!
I know what I know but……..
Sometimes I must wonder –
My mind likes to trick me
And pull me asunder;
Although I have wisdom
Sometimes it gets lost –
My gray matter’s shrinking,
My wires get crossed!
I know when the time comes
To put on the brakes –
Slow down, take it easy
Make no more mistakes;
Make certain my circuits
Are fully aligned –
Put pen to the paper
And empty my mind;
OK, now that’s better
I’m back to myself –
Just dust off my cover
Put me back on my shelf.
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