Lost in my thoughts
It happens a lot
Just like losing my phone
Like losing my keys down the side of the sofa
Like losing my train of thought in a conversation
Like losing an important letter
Like losing a phone number I wrote down
Like losing a textbook
Like losing weight
Like losing a friend
I'm most definitely losing my mind
And when I'm lost like this
I can't find my way out
It's a labyrinth I've created
Surely I would find the path
But I feel the steel walls erect in my brain
And I know my rational decision maker
Will struggle to make sense of it all
There are too many ways
I can spring new things into my mind
And have my whole world overtaken from it
I'm constantly cleaning up mess
I'm constantly fixing broken parts
I'm constantly wading through treacle
I'm constantly in a black blizzard
All I need is a map
For the labyrinth
Then I wouldn't get lost so often
