I won’t find a poem today
     My mind’s in racing mode
     Flitting here and going there
     Transporting such a load

     I wish I could make it stop
     Just pick a course and stay
     Instead of going everywhere
     Taking trips so far away

     It will soon come to an end
     My mind race ‘here and yon’
     I can tell that this is so
     Cause a headaches coming on

     I can soldier through the pain
     Yeah – I can gut that curse
     An’ I’ll make sure when all is done
     I can write some verse.