There are times when I decline
the erroneous travels of my mind.
Why it goes places I'd rather not be
shall always remain a mystery to me.
It meanders sometimes weirdly wild
to adventures and thoughts I had as a child.
But the worse visits are forays
into the mess as an adult I made.
What stupid button did I press
to lead me back to that giant mess?
Those memories, those dreams, that life has killed,
Please call a technician, my brains on Tilt.
the erroneous travels of my mind.
Why it goes places I'd rather not be
shall always remain a mystery to me.
It meanders sometimes weirdly wild
to adventures and thoughts I had as a child.
But the worse visits are forays
into the mess as an adult I made.
What stupid button did I press
to lead me back to that giant mess?
Those memories, those dreams, that life has killed,
Please call a technician, my brains on Tilt.
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