The sound you hear is my skipping a beat
Like cylinders out of alignment
The beat is new and hard to dance to
But it’s my distinct arrangement
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I’m not lost in my thoughts
They are swirling in my head
Circling my brain, high above the drain
Old memories, each a retread
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Forgive the tone deafness
Be kind, I’m trying to rewind
I’ve earned this blank stare
It’s not easy losing your mind
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Don’t flatter, very little matters
Cognitive functionality downshifts
The morning fog settles in
Thoughts slide into mental snowdrifts
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Staring at the popcorn ceiling
A state of wake or sleep, confusing
Not there yet, the journey begins
Growing old, hardly amusing
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