My thoughts are a spinnin'
There's smoke in the air -
Got so much confusion
It's curlin' my hair!
I know what I know but........
Sometimes I must wonder -
My mind likes to trick me
And pull me asunder;
Although I have wisdom
Sometimes it gets lost -
My gray matter's shrinking,
My wires get crossed!
I know when the time comes
To put on the brakes -
Slow down, take it easy
Make no more mistakes;
Make certain my circuits
Are fully aligned -
Put pen to the paper
And empty my mind;
OK, now that's better
I'm back to myself -
Just dust off my cover
Put me back on my shelf.
This was a fun read.......a little humour about brakes.......truly enjoyed
Thats why pit-stops and time-out's were created....a common denominator amongst all peoples, everywhere....BRAKES TIME! Excellent & eye-opening write, linda...Great stuff... ''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''{F j R}
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hey Linda, this is the first of yours I've read.... very witty and I totally get where you're coming from! Like the writing somehow relieves the brain? ! Great write, will check out some more of yours... HG: -) xx