I wonder some days
Why my life
Just seems to shunt along,
When I never seem
To be fixed on one track
For very long,
Those days when my brain
Just won`t play the game I ask it to,
When it seems to skid sideways
With its own personal point of view.
Mabe it`s not quite wired right
I`ve often thought that`s so,
But as it`s the only one I`ve got
Perhaps it`s best that I don`t know.