that THING

I thought about that thing today
You know, the one that won't go away
I didn't want to have to deal with it
But I can't help the way I feel

I tackled, I wrestled
Tried every approach
But my mind was to stupid
And my heart was to strong

I couldn't figure it out
It just didn't add up
The answers were right
But the questions got messed up

This thing is to dense
It's gravity gone mad
It pulled me down and down
Until my feet were stuck to the ground

I came up for air
Decided to surrender
Recharge my batteries
Take time to repair

And although it's out the way
I know it's still there, somewhere
Filed away under B
For I'll be BACK
At a later date



Written: 20/21 June 1996
Copyright Nicholas Treadwell 2001