Slowly my mind slipped away
So slow I didn’t even notice it go
I looked for it around the world
Gave up in the American mid west
Figured it wasn’t a big loss
I stopped using it years ago
Even though I miss my mind
I wish it the best on its journeys
I’ve rented the old space out
Now five voices live there
They’re rather noisy and never get along
I look forward to the day
My mind finds its way back to me
All these voices arguing
Make me feel of splitting
So if on your journeys you see a mind
That someone is obviously not using
Please give it may address
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
great poem! whimsical, you're definitely a yes-nonsense kinda guy