Crazy Thoughts

I have a long list A list that should lead to a wedding feast I’ve search in lands so arid In a bid to get married I’ve met so many So vain and so dandy They all thought they were charming With funny names such as Hotas Vochas Jokas And Jackass What an interesting journey so far! I sometimes end up in a spa Just to talk to the little people in my head Oh please don’t judge me! I’ve really really tried I’ve even sort a Psychologist Or was he a Psychiatrist? He had a silly fee A costly little quack! He listened to my words He said I was crazy And with a tiny little voice He said he’ll put me on a pill Oh please! Who cares! For I was still on a mission Unfulfilled was my vision And my goal was yet unachieved Beautiful and prime And in my fourth decade Young at heart They said I had little time… Just the other day A strand of grey hair I found Or maybe it was simply hay Crazy crazy thoughts My psychiatrist must be right I think I’m going nuts What? Nuts? Not! I really do not care For this earth I shall walk Until I find my mate By Sylvia Chika sylviachika@gmail.com http://sylviachika.blogspot.com/ http://sylviachika.wordpress.com/ https://www.facebook.com/sylviachikablog Twitter:@sylviaoz © SylviaChika 2015