Inside My Head
INSIDE MY HEAD
I've grown old with grace with so much stuff in my head that it is overwhelming to remember
I've loved,
I've cried,
I've hated,
I've gotten on my knees and prayed,
I've done,
I've seen,
I've heard,
I wish I could’ve, should've, and would've done in my past
It’s been so long ago all is almost all forgotten
Why should I worry about stuff that happened in the past, it’s all redundant?
I live in the future and there is nothing I can do about the past
So my past events have been placed in a file gathering dust
I worry now about my short-term memory
Where are my reading glasses? They're on top of my head!
I turn around to get my watch; I asked myself what I am looking for?
Or I start cooking and something distracts me, I completely forgot that I was cooking
So what was the question again?
Oh! Yeah! What is inside my head?
9/12/2015
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