I call a pen into my hand,
To set my jumbled
thoughts to paper.
The thoughts that bounce and yell command,
That within my thoughts do caper.
I know not where to start or end,
I cannot call the words to mind.
I do not pen,
Although I’ve tried.
If these jumbled words expose,
Do not try to understand.
Forget you ever read this prose,
I think I may be going mad.
Visions of kings inside my head,
Marching to a merry sound.
As I lie awake in bed,
In my mind these visions crowd.
I cannot think for all the noise,
The rush and clatter of my thoughts.
Things all begin to loose their poise,
Among creatures of all sorts.
A tumbling clown,
A barking dog.
A trapezer falling down,
These are the thoughts I try to flog.
My minds a circus,
That’s the truth.
These are the jumbles of insanity.
I call a pen into my hand, To set my jumbled thoughts to paper. The thoughts that bounce and yell command, That within my thoughts do caper. I know not where to start or end, I cannot call the words to mind. I do not pen, Although I’ve tried. If these jumbled words expose, Do not try to understand. Forget you ever read this prose, I think I may be going mad. Visions of kings inside my head, Marching to a merry sound. As I lie awake in bed, In my mind these visions crowd. I cannot think for all the noise, The rush and clatter of my thoughts. Things all begin to loose their poise, Among creatures of all sorts. A tumbling clown, A barking dog. A trapezer falling down, These are the thoughts I try to flog. My minds a circus, That’s the truth. These are the jumbles of insanity.
