when you come around
my thoughts unfurling
cold as stone, unfeeling
making sure I’m retaining
what I want to say
my mind blurring
warming up, now swirling
confusion recurring
what did I want to say?
“to what was I referring?”
everything’s whirling
and now you’re talking
my brain’s adjouring
swiftly returning
I feel myself burning
my voice yearning
for what I meant to say
like everytime
when you come around.
