The strings that make up my mind
Have all just come untied
I try and try
To put them back
But I can never seem to get it right
The blue one for my emotions
Is all frayed at the end
And the red is all just knotted
In a thousand tiny knots
My thought string used to be held in place
By a couple black push pins
But someone snapped the ends right off
And now my thoughts run all about
I don't know what I am going to do
With this giant tangled mess
I think I will just lay down
And figure something out
Sep 28, 2017
Sep 28, 2017 at 5:34 PM UTC
The strings that make up my mind
Have all just come untied
I try and try
To put them back
But I can never seem to get it right
The blue one for my emotions
Is all frayed at the end
And the red is all just knotted
In a thousand tiny knots
My thought string used to be held in place
By a couple black push pins
But someone snapped the ends right off
And now my thoughts run all about
I don't know what I am going to do
With this giant tangled mess
I think I will just lay down
And figure something out
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