It’s nothing personal.
It’s just a total loss of memory.
A minor attack of lack of sense.
The headache in the morning is very intense.
I forgot the words of serenity.
A stroke of serious senility.
I forgot a lot indeed,
but nevertheless my mind do succeed
in remembering some small fragments
– a deeper feeling of embarrassment.
The afterwars and doors to hell
and the colour of my breathing together tell
me to change my way of living,
but first take something that is soothing.
Why do I lose my head,
just because I’ve lost my mind?
I’m lost in my mind. I’m one of the kind
that gets involved in endless discussions with myself about the
weather or whether I shall or not eat lunch with my thoughts that I
keep saved in a plastic bag on 3.5″ diskettes. It’s a bunch of bits,
which fits in my head, but I can’t possibly think that I have
thought all this magnetic stuff and after some consideration I don’t
think bytes taste good doesn’t even bite through the blue shell
which protects it from dust and unidentified flying objects from the
yellow moon.
