I think I have a problem. ( I know it’s hard to believe ) I think I have a problem ( I’m not trying to deceive ) Logic is the tool I use ( I work it out in my head ) Logic, truth and not a ruse ( Thru the day and in my bed ) My heart however, is in such a state ( Weepy, gushy, full of *** and vee ) My heart disrupts my logic rate ( My head wonders what may be ) It happens to me night or day ( My heart powers the words I need ) My mouth voices what my heart must say ( Disrupted logic, it will not heed ) At times it seems I blurt things out ( And blurt them I sure did ) Taking time to think, is down the spout ( I’ll say things I should have hid ) Please remember why I’m the way I am ( I know it’s hard to see ) For my heart, it is the problem ( I’ll warn my head of what may be )
Dan Gray
Sorry to be 'gone' for so long. First my laptop fan died and 'then' my hard drive started to fail. Talk about a scramble to save things. My poetry thank all the Muses is copied over on 3 other hard drives and 2 memory cards so that fear of loss wasn't there. Now to start catching up on what you have done while I was out of it ;-)