There were times, not so long ago
When bells would ring, a mellow tone
And birds would sing, their sweet refrain.
Flowers blooms poked up, from the ground,
Without any utterance or nary a sound,
My mind is running away from me.
I think I need a pre frontal lobotomy.
Thoughts that are stuffed in every place,
Wedged in cracks or any empty space.
I need some time. Time to think
Or I may have to turn to drink.