Mymindwon’tworkandi'mstartingtofret!
By HomeGrown
I do not know what’s wrong with me, it seems I cannot think. I’ve altered not my eating ways, nor changed my choice of drink. I sleep as much as always, waking up as late as ever, Yet every small decision seems to stump me for forever! Should I have eggs, or cottage cheese? Dry white toast or cracked wheat? Should I wear shorts or heavy jeans, out in the blist’ring heat? My mind won’t work it bothers me, I may begin to fret. Or then again I might just not, my mind’s not made up yet!That's funny? Somehow I almost feel sixteen again! Written December 29th, 2001 © on Dec 29 2001 09:41 AM PST, DeTavis 0 • 14
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"I do not know what’s wrong with me,..."