Absentminded

Elephant

I’m growing absentminded;
It seems that I forget
Exactly where I’m going,
Or if I am there yet

My heart is full of passion,
There’s ardor in my eyes:
If I knew where the hell I was
It really would be
Nice

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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