What’s going on? My mind just won’t stop...
Like the second hand on my grandfather’s clock
Always in motion, never standing still
It’s sometimes such a struggle, like a great fuck off hill
Even at night, my mind stays in flight
Although on occasion it’s such a delight!
Never sitting still, never at ease
Oh, what a fucker, I’ve got this dreadful disease.
A pebble and a well – therapy
Oh, it’s sinking
I’m sorry –
There is nothing to show
Memories are returning
and something –
Bright white light
shone into –
a deep dark well
A chasm is created –
just for a second
Then silence –
to where they belong.