My brain is dead
I can feel it
For a long time now
hasn’t had a thought
Not beyond getting through
feeling the blues.
The world out there, running
Like a mad hare
Tosses and turns
Everywhere
Yet clogs in my brain
Just will not move
And my feet wont groove.
My dead brain wastes
Yes, that is the case
And try as I might
Not a spark can I light
I’ll wait, I’ll wait, and I’ll wait
Till it regains gait
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