Nov 20 09

A Hat Upon My Head

By Chris

I wear a hat upon my head,
a thinking hat it is,
it causes me to ponder,
the why's of that and this.

This hat it sits upon my head,
but why I do not know,
would I not be better off,
if my hat were to go?

Without this hat upon my head,
I might find myself,
feeling more carefree,
enjoying being someone else.

Confound this hat it wont come off!
as if stuck to my head,
and now forever I must think,
... at least till time for bed.


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