As the endless and tireless yammerings of life surround me My mind can curl up into a little ball Even though I didn’t really need it to
Sometimes I think my mind has a mind of its own It only asks for forgiveness Never quite for permission
Sometimes my mind seems like it’s searching Like an animal hunting its prey Yet it always seems in the end
To be chasing its own tail Like a careless curious dog Just content to have something to do
Sometimes my mind likes to take a seat and watch the madness unfold And place bets on the most likely winner for the day I think it secretly likes to bet on the underdogs
I’d like to think that most of these things are broken and need fixing But my mind knows better My mind will think and do what I please