Information is like water through a sifter to my brain
I don’t remember where I put my shoes
I can’t find this or that
Racked my brain tries to remember where I put said item
It is harder for my brain, than algebra would be for a 2-year-old child
Focus is not a trait I carry
It gets lost along with the other possessions
They are all somewhere together
Laughing secretly at me
Thinking how much fun they are having
While I run around looking
What was I talking about again?
Thursday, July 2, 2009
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