My Head is a Shed
My head is a shed full of old and new
It needs cleaning out – I need a better view
It’s hard to get rid of the rusty and old
Things that are familiar keep out the cold
The shed is too full – yet not full enough
A lifetime of memories, possession and stuff
Things that have meaning, but limited use
Just stay right with me – I can’t turn them loose
The shed is shaky, it needs some repair
A positive flower, a breath of fresh air
It’s hot and stifling and making me choke
I need to escape – but who will get broke?
Decisions, decisions – I wish I could know
How I would feel if I let myself grow
I don’t want to hurt anyone in my life
They are precious and their pain would cut like a knife
My shed needs a clear out – oh what do I chuck
There needs to be more room – I feel so stuck
I feel so unfair to be feeling this way
Peace and tranquility please come my way
My shed will stay full because I won’t decide
It’s easier that way – than go for a ride
I should look once again at the contents there
And be happy and grateful for a life that is fair
© Andrea Harrn 1994
