rock on

Somebody help me I got a rock’n’roll mind

Every situation is a line from a song

My own thoughts just don’t belong

Please tell me, who I am?.

And what is real,

And what to think and how to feel

I can’t seem to analyze no more

Critical thinking is out the door

Oh mercy me, my head ain’t what it used to be

I have the span of attention of a flea

I can’t make a cohesive point

Better lie down or smoke another joint