Autobiography of a Madman
Autobiography of a Madman
Lost Thought
I lost a thought in the middle of the night
It passed right by like a boat with a sail
It went as quiet as a bird in the air
As unconcerned as the shell of a snail.
It surprised me more than a silver fish
As hard to grasp as a snake in a glide
With fangs of a viper half erect
And jaws that opened twice as wide.
It grew like a tree in the middle of my heart
That's why it gave me such a start
But blew away like a cloud in a storm
Till my mind, like the day, awoke reborn.