My mind is fuzzy Clouds in the brain why can't my mind Be clear like the rainbow Why do my thoughts come falling down the stairs Tumbling down till I sit at the bottom Like a heap of feathers Can't my mind work like a computer With every word standing at attention slipping off Like an arrow toward its target Instead I am a pillowcase dropping nowhere A bundle of pebbles without meaning
Irwin R. Shaw - March 20th 1983
My mind is fuzzy
Clouds in the brain
why can't my mind
Be clear
like the rainbow
Why do my thoughts
come falling down the stairs
Tumbling down
till I sit
at the bottom
Like a heap of feathers
Can't my mind work like a computer
With every word
standing at attention
slipping off
Like an arrow
toward its target
Instead I am a pillowcase
dropping nowhere
A bundle of pebbles without meaning