The Finicky Minds of Us

Awww, the finicky minds of us,
Always seem to be the cause behind a lot of fuss,
Never knowing which way is up,
From adult all the way back to a pup.

When we were young, we wanted to be old,
Then we were and what a crock we were sold,
There was no turning back the times we were told,
As we found ourselves no longer feeling so bold.

Awww with these finicky minds,
We always seem to fall behind,
Wanting what’s right while committing the crime,
Striving for quality, yet never taking the time.

Always wanting the fast way,
Not wanting to wait for our day,
Willing to have said what they want us to say,
Hoping our conscious heals with the better pay.

Awww, the finicky minds of us,
Brings a hard case conclusion that we’re all nuts,
As we always lean towards our lusts,
In the name of what’s just,
While our finicky minds help keep it from us.

February 7, 2006
@Bradley S. Hartman
www.bradleyshartman.com

The Finicky Minds of Us

Bradley S. Hartman

Morocco, United States

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I was in one of my moods when this one came on. One of those days when friends and family can’t decide what they want to do and work offers you a raise and promotion if you’ll only kind of look the other way. It was one of those days when your mind just plain gives up and insanity reigns supreme for a second or two. Hope you kind of get what I was meaning and that your mind returns to the sane side soon.

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