There be nothing dreadful than a roving mind

I take this responsibility to have you remind

Do not force me ever to rewind

Never do make me reverse to unwind

This thought does not ever bind

Though a good treasure one can find

My evil mind often goes haywire

And thinks things impossible.



To be in a womb seems so sweet

I admire inside there to have a seat

It is comfy and quite slick

A pipe delivers food in a tick

How I envy babies unborn and weak

No worries though to speak

My evil mind often goes haywire

And thinks things impossible



Another interesting thing be the grave

Do not blame me here to grieve

Those in the grave be not in a mind so grave

Their souls somewhere do save

Finally the bodies end in a grave

To be dust that God did give

My evil mind often goes haywire

And thinks things impossible.



The past and the future are not to worry

Lest one time we be sorry

Living today be the only story

Tomorrow is future and past history

Do not the past to today carry

Leave it where you had it bury

My evil mind often goes haywire

And thinks things impossible