There are things
that my brain loves
some of which
I know not.

It isn't  that
I can't remember
It is just that
I  believe I forgot.

And so I continue
acting insanely
figuring that is
the way that I am

un-til I, pass a mirror
(a wall mounted mirage)
come face to face with my
hall-luci-na-scam

Stories of what
I like, love, and fear
tales of my woes
their numbers are legion!

The who's  I am NOT.
The whys long forgot.
The if's and so whats

and how to act
during the joyous
holiday
season
**:)