Have you lost your mind? Where’s your sense of humour?
My mind goes everywhere it can, it loves to travel.
My sense of humour is not on call; it turns up when it feels like it.
Is your heart really in it? Listen to it, what does it say?
My heart is wherever I am, beating in my chest.
It says nothing. It beats and thumps and carries on. It won’t break or melt, harden or soften.
You’re not yourself these days.
I am always myself. It’s the days that change, and I go with them.