My brain is drained,
Too wet, too loose,
Dendrites flap in the mental breeze,
Nary a spark to illuminate the gloom.
Thoughts are heavy,
Foundation desiccated,
Shaky images of stability loom,
Spectre of a past I’m pining.
TGIF…
Because there's a little cogitator in all of us...
My brain is drained,
Too wet, too loose,
Dendrites flap in the mental breeze,
Nary a spark to illuminate the gloom.
Thoughts are heavy,
Foundation desiccated,
Shaky images of stability loom,
Spectre of a past I’m pining.
TGIF…