A tiny germ
And a big bloviator
Met in the middle
Of the whole world
They threw down
They went round
It was all on TV
It won some
He lost some
We all got to see
With eyes on the rear view
We got to decree
What should have been done
And how it should be
As time raced along
With the speed of a snail
Just how many times
Can you check your email?
And last week is gone
You don’t know where it went
Nor the week before that
It’s like time is bent
Back on itself
So it comes round again
And repeats itself
Again and again
Did I change my socks?
Have I had a shower?
The days go by
Hour by hour
So this is how it feels
To give up your power
Kind of relieved
But still apprehensive
Is it worth this to avoid
Care that’s intensive?
Out Of My Head 