I hear the drops of the dripping sink
my sanity lessens with every plink
for the voices in my head are not just
A million things to do I must
for at the end of all that is good
I simply can not remember food
and if you think you can make sense of me
just attempt to climb my family tree
for the knots make it easy to find
though the branches my leave you entwined
Yes, my brain is no safe place to be
but my sanity is far beyond that of a tree :)
