Debris in My Head
Is it the brain that learns?
And to our heart's content that yearns
To be forgotten is a sin worse than lies
Some things are best, when the latter dies
One after the other, debris fills my head
Only to park, perk, and push out the other side
No matter the size, strenght, or power of the lead
In the long run, I feel as if my mind has lost a stride
Our hope carries the mind afar
What I learn is as much as getting drunk in a bar
Problems, pictures, drawings of pear I drew
Show me nothing in mind, but a big stew
Chained to the grounds of a bloodless hell
My mind cannot acquire, nor share a heaven's dwell
I ask just once, so I don't become a dunce
Teach the useful in my life, nothing but the gold known as mental crunch