| On Losing Minds |
| On Losing Minds I lost her mind, She gave it to me For safekeeping And I lost it. I sit retracing Patterns footsteps On the concrete streets. Where was I when I saw it last? Boy, is she gonna be mad When she finds out. Or will she even notice? She might just sit there In a coma, comma, space, pause Till I find it. I stop the world moving People stop mid-step, Traffic pauses. Rewind. There I was with it in my pocket, There is falls out. Was it blue or green Two minds rest together on the pavement. At least I�m not the only one To loose a mind. Must have been the blue one, She was sad today. I brush it off carefully, And inspect it for scratches Hope that wasn�t an important area. I put it back in my pocket Shove it deeper than it was before And rest my hand on it All the way home. I don�t think I�ll tell her. |
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