Do you sometimes get up and everything
feels wrong, eyes puffy and swollen, smile
strange, everything you have to do seems
boring, nothing fits, your job seems alien
Your chair gory as if changed overnight into
the Iron Maiden, even books remain closed
though as you read, the storyline grabs your
mind and one channel to reality is opening
Only to close up again as you put the book
down and look at your desk with a frown and
ask yourself: Who is this person because this
cannot be me – well, this is how I feel today
If I were halfway sane I would run away, but
given that I’m actually as mad as a Hatter and
as confused as a March Hare and as sleepy as
a Dormouse, I stay in my Iron Maiden chair
Sighing, wishing the world would turn upright or
my mental compass would show true North, it is
so unfair to face the day without familiar and
practical content in my head, without a clue
What is happening anywhere…
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