06-30-2025, 06:25 AM
A bad idea snuck around
Inside the terrain of my mind,
I saw it rolling behind my eyes,
When I laid in bed at night.
It strolled through my dreams,
Disguised as me,
Telling me things
That tickled my ear.
That bad idea, grabbed my heart,
Frolicked in my soul,
Took my hand and
Wore my skin.
Oh dear,
how did I get here?
Inside the terrain of my mind,
I saw it rolling behind my eyes,
When I laid in bed at night.
It strolled through my dreams,
Disguised as me,
Telling me things
That tickled my ear.
That bad idea, grabbed my heart,
Frolicked in my soul,
Took my hand and
Wore my skin.
Oh dear,
how did I get here?