This feeling of confusion As words need sorting out, My thoughtless brain has left me With a poem, now in doubt, No beginning can I find, The end nowhere in sight, Inspiration`s gone on holiday I wish I`d joined the flight. Oh, brain what are you doing? Little information can I get, I am almost clueless Work a cell, so I can fret. Did you develop a 'slow' switch I flicked accidentally? , At least give me the power To investigate and see. Meanwhile I`m sat with a pen Not knowing what to do, I can`t even write a paragraph, So, I`ll say `night `night to you. Afterthought, Now my eyes are closing Will a happy dream be seen? , Not by the way my brain`s behaving I`m sure it`s far too mean.