Give in to the busy mind
Let it have a go at you
It’s the grab onto a thought
That disrupts that mad flow
Spirals the circle pattern
Down into the rough gravel
And you skin your knee brain
Wondering why the clumsy
You get clumsy when you halt
It’s a brain pile up on the roadway
When you’re bound to the mind-way
Expect the crash that stops the flow
Unless of course it’s the perfect hit
The speed bump flung you and yours
On to a mountain of paint chips
A trombone, banjo, and Edgar Allen Poe
What could you do but busy up
Wipe up that blooded knee brain
And play us all a song in perfect colour
lyrically cawing for the ever never more
You can see how simple it all can be
Letting go, giving in, hump bumpin’
Along that mind-way highway
Going with the flow and then not
Have fun and be nice
I would like to give you a mystical band-aid for your bloody knee brain….
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