There’s something quiet peculiar

There’s something quiet peculiar
Something not the same
There’s something that is missing
That something is my brain
It seems to have run away
Like a stray dog
I hope I find it soon
Because my body is starting to grog
My hands have gone numb
My legs I cannot move
My face is blank and expressionless
I think my mouth is starting to drool
Many people will walk by
And wonder what is wrong
Maybe poke my limp body with a stick
Then continue with their business and move on
Make sure to let me know
If you happen to come across my brain
I would really like it back
Because life just isn’t quiet the same

Josh Harris