Extremely Simple

Extremely simple is this story,

Really, there is little here at all,

So very long I`ve sat with my pen

Feeling very small,

There is no rhyme or reason

Flowing deep from in my heart,

Now I mistrust my judgement

That let me even try to start,

I`m sure my brain humours me

When it knows I`m wasting time,

(I feel I`m just here keeping company

With my clock, that`s forgotten how to chime) .



Well, no longer will I confuse my brain,

I don`t care if it thinks I`m in decline,

I`m giving up for today

It`s best I refuse to write another line.