my words are accident prone,
watch them slip on a puddle
and watch this ant hill in my mind
watch these thoughts huddle

and they huddle for warmth
as they sit and rebuttal
asking what happy is
like it escaped in a shuttle

along with my mind
can I ask where it's gone?
is it just me
or do I do everything wrong?

and how do I stop myself before you're gone?
how do I stop myself before you're all gone?
and
how do I stop myself before I'm gone