More than one friend has mentioned … they would not like to live in my head.
There’s far too much noise and confusion. They prefer calmness, instead.
“You drive me to distraction!” I can hear my mother say.
I wasn’t sure where distraction was, but I was too young to drive anyway.
When I’m struck with a wild-haired idea, I always dive in headfirst.
More often than not I soon realize that I should have slept on it first.
I rather enjoy all the chaos. My mind keeps me quite entertained.
I can’t imagine how life would be with a head that isn’t harebrained.
Someone once called me a wit. I assumed they meant I was bright.
My dog said he kind of agreed, but he thought they were only half right.
I’m not able to sing, dance or cook much. My talents are hidden, I guess.
I’ve always loved to play sports… but I get tired so mostly I rest.
If you’re wondering where this is going, your guess is as good as mine.
My half-wittedess just advised me…It hates it when I start to whine.
You might say this is self-deprecating, or think it’s only pretense.
I’m pretty okay either way… I really don’t need common sense.
It’s all just too much, too much.