Sometimes I’m not with words
Sometimes my writing can be all a blur
I even don’t make sense sometimes
And keep repeating whir whir whir
My mind is an ellipse at the moment
Or maybe it’s just folding over
My brain stimulation could be melting
Or wrinkling, rippling like a snow blower
I hear the clinking of key chains
And blah blah blahing of the mouth
I try to plug my ears so I can concentrate
But failure is all the amount
(sigh)
Sometimes my writing can be all a blur
I even don’t make sense sometimes
And keep repeating whir whir whir
My mind is an ellipse at the moment
Or maybe it’s just folding over
My brain stimulation could be melting
Or wrinkling, rippling like a snow blower
I hear the clinking of key chains
And blah blah blahing of the mouth
I try to plug my ears so I can concentrate
But failure is all the amount
(sigh)
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