My Brain is Gone

I have no Brain
I think It went down the drain
Or drowned in the Oregon rain
Perhaps it got hit by a train

All I know is that it's gone
I can't see it on the lawn
I'm so bored I have to yawn
Can you tell my brain is gone?

I simply want to entertain
With stories of my everyday pain
Nothing pressing me to complain
Everything I write sounds so inane.


I've been pretty apathetic lately as far as writing goes. The quality, I feel, has gone down hill. Also, I need to feel passionately about something in order to write well. That's my opinion, anyhow. There's a lack of direction in my life that isn't helping. I need to think about what to do about my lack of that indefinable 'something'.