<-Tickle me back->

I don't wear the right shoes
I don't look around as I should
If this were a river
I would be the sinking piece of wood

My thoughts are all over
I seem to be weeping
If this were the worlds closet
I'll be in-charge of house-keeping

My emotions run faster than my feet
I question my dinner wine
If we were in a triathlon
I'd be still standing at the start line

The hair falls over my face
The visions fail me
If this were a fairy tale
I'll be the goblin peeking from behind the tree

I laugh at odd nothings
My best answer is a hunch
If this were morning walk
I'll be waking up for lunch

My stories never end
I even lose the last link
If this were a boys locker room
I'd be all things pink

The inquisitive nature in me
Holds my guilt card
If this were a wheel barrow
I'd be the square wheel working hard

I can't sing to save my life
They say I even frown
If this were the last book on earth
I'd be reading it upside down

I like to fight reality
I enjoy living a dreams dream
If this were a low-fat-no-carb-zero calorie diet
I'd probably be the dollop of cream

I am not a complete mystery
But I struggle to understand myself
If this were a rescue mission
I'd be the one shouting out for help.