My mind is like a switchboard
With crossed and tangled lines
contented with confusion
That is plugged into my head
I don’t know what’s going on
It’s the operators job
Not mine, I said.
My mind is like a switchboard
With crossed and tangled lines
contented with confusion
That is plugged into my head
I don’t know what’s going on
It’s the operators job
Not mine, I said.