My mind
on the floor
My mind is falli ng
On the floor
Slowly but surely
Every piece of it
Bit by bit is falling
On the floor
It started slowly
But then
It gained speed
I tried to stop it
I tried to catch it
But, in the end
I was too late
So, I stand
Where I am
My hands clasped
Behind my back
My chin pointed
Toward my feet
My eyes looking
Down
At my mind
Sitting awkward
On the floor
I would pick it up
I would put it back
But, in this confusion
I can't remember how
So, I stand
Where I am
My chin pointed
Toward my feet
My eyes looking
Down
At my mind
Resting quietly
On the floor
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