Every 5 or 10 minutes,
The colour of the world will turn,
Things you thought you grasped and knew
Grow feet so big that even you
Could admit nothing is as it seems
Because they run away, they do
And hide in rainbow-coloured rabbit holes

The tea goes cold
You left it out too long
You forgot again, but not for the taste
Of ginger and metallic water stays
On tips of tongues and in dream states

There's always something on my mind
And just when I thought I got it down
The skin tips, the bowl dips
And in I go, head first
Not afraid this time
Because not knowing
Forgetting
Is OK with time.
When your thoughts wear clown shoes.
So they can run better.
That's OK too.