To find out just what’s wrong with me
I need not look too far,
I find the faults within myself
And numerous they are
I never listen, always speak
Until my throat is dry,
I laugh – I always laugh too much-
but later I must cry
I have such thoughts, I have such dreams
But then I fall asleep
My expectations do not come to pass,
That’s when I start to weep
I always think up great big plans
But never follow through
For instance, I shall start a poem

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