It's been a while since I have seen these hallowed halls of rhyme.
I had so many things to say, I thought perhaps it's time.
To sit and write a shortened verse about my new found pain.
But when I wrote the words down they made me sound insane.
Not that it'd be a big surprise to know I've lost my mind.
It's not losing it that worries me, it's how hard it is to find.
I searched the local lost and found, maybe someone turned it in.
I told them what it looked like, but I couldn't tell them when.
So if you happen to find a piece of mind that looks just like a pea.
Could you take the time to pick it up, cause it belongs to me.