A Visit With the Shrink
A VISIT WITH THE SHRINK
SAY YOU WOULD LIKE TO PICK MY MIND
YOU TELL ME IT'S TRULY, ONE OF A KIND
I'M NOT SURE WHAT YOUR TRYING TO DO
BUT I WILL PLAY ALONG WITH YOU
I'M GETTING OLD IT'S HARD TO REMEMBER
I FORGET THE YEAR THE MONTH WAS SEPTEMBER
I'M LOOSING MY MIND NOT SURE WHERE IT GOES
I WATCHED IN THE MIRROR TO SEE IF IT SHOWED
OUT OF MY EARS UP AND AROUND
LEAVES MY HEAD WITH OUT A SOUND
OUT THROUGH MY EYES AND INTO THE AIR
NO ONE DIRECTION JUST EVERY WHERE
IT HAPPENS SO SLOW, YET SO FAST
I AM NOT SURE HOW LONG IT LAST
I UNDERSTAND, I'M AHEAD OF MY TIME
MY BODY STILL HERE JUST NOT MY MIND
Copyright © Michael E. Harris | Year Posted 2017
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