Spooky Eh
I can't stop them, the words just keep flying out
As if someone else is controlling my fingers
And I just feverishly write them down and obey their commands
Spooky eh!
Am I destined for the funny farm or does this happen to others
Please say yes!
I don't want to go to the funny farm and sit in a chair all day wearing a bib!
I'm too young!
I still have three of my five senses, but one or two of those are suspect
I keep telling myself...
There, might lie the problem, talking to myself when others can hear
Get funny looks!
Having a mind that just won't quit has it's down side
But all things considered
I certainly wouldn't want to have it any other way!
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