Russell G. Robison


Perhaps my greatest fault
Is when I over think some things
When I have too much idle time
Too often trouble springs

I drift inside my head
And try to make sense of it all
I’m always finding things I wish
That I did not recall

Why do the wrong turns in my life
Come quickly to my mind
Why do the good things that I’ve done
Become so hard to find

Just me alone with me
And that’s a witches brew at best
I think its time to go to bed
And give my head some rest