TAIL CHASING

Running, running, here I go

To catch my tail but I'm so slow

And lagging, dragging, my behind

To try to catch up with my mind.

 Tripping, falling on my tongue

That is often too high-strung,

Dropping words I have to eat

And spitting them upon my feet.

 Keeping up with things today

Is harder than my words can say

For every time I think I've won,

There I fall down on my bun.

 My body's old, my mind is young;

Upon a cloud, my dreams are hung

And so if you should see me cry,

You will know the cloud's passed by.

 Slower, slower, now I go

Like Wisconsin winters in the snow,

So if you want to walk with me,

You'll have to slow down or me carry.