Sometimes things get too confusing
where do I possibly begin
don't find it at all amusing
It's not as if I am snoozing
incessant brain fog setting in
Sometimes things get too confusing
I'm afraid there's no excusing
apparent patience growing thin
don't find it at all amusing
Perhaps it's my mind I'm losing
dare I say with a sheepish grin
Sometimes things get too confusing
I've had it with overusing
my intelligence from within
don't find it at all amusing
At times my mind prefers cruising
it gets wound up and needs to spin
Sometimes things get too confusing
don't find it at all amusing
I like your poem
I dont like rules
When it comes to art.
Plus I do not like to think that much.
KS
It would have me replicating
Your poem. ( so to speak )
I have been doing their
I have been doing their poetry prompts daily for National Poetry Month and was very tempted to pass on this one...but I just hate to miss a day so had to give it a try...it was not fun at all...I prefer to create them as they come spontaneously without rules...thanks for commenting.