Russell G. Robison

MINEFIELD

Funny where my mind will go
At least what’s left of it
Has moments when it has to stop
To simply pitch a fit

Heading down some roads
I wish that it would just pass by
It never gives a reason
When I try to ask it why

Going places not requested
Simply on its own
Telling me some things that say
Some circuits have been blown

Makes me wonder who’s in charge
While it just has its way
Don’t know where it is going
But it goes there every day