I write, therefore I am
                                But only if I can
                                        If I’m too sick
                                        My head feels like a brick
                                It’s hard to legitimate
                                My intellectual state
                                        Of an advanced kind
                                        Tell me, if you don’t mind
                                When I act like a fool
                                Throw me into a pool
                                        To cool me down
                                        When I behave like a clown
                                And try to save
                                Me before I crawl into my cave —

On a day like this
That I usually don’t miss
        It’s hard to write, therefore to be
        My mind is trapped under a tree
It isn’t able to see the sun
Or having some kind of fun
        When the headaches kick in
        Skin and patience growing terribly thin
But after a hard day’s work
There’s nothing better than lurk
        Outside my cave
        Trying to behave
Like I’m sane.

        © Dominik Alexander / 2024
        © Bruno (image)