Azwethinkweiz

"Azwethinkweiz"

Floatin' round my brain,
tryin' to think about the other thing.
Than that thought you know I'm considering.
What if what I thought,
about who I think I thought I was,
was nothing more than my cerebellum slobbering?
Azwethinkweizm is hard to think about,
but simple to trust.
You'll know your on it
when your brain won't stop to take a break, no!
So when donut boy comes askin' around,
tryin' to figure out somethin' new,
you just smile and say,
"Pardon you! I'm sifting through some particles and farcing through some folds.
I've stumbled upon a brain fart
which melts away your molds!"
So I think upon that ponder
while I'm pondering the thought,
just thinkin' about the thinkweiz
is leaving me distraught!
Well I think I thought
I saw an Azwethinkweiz,
Lookin' like we think we do.
Like we think we do.
Some think I'm insane,
'cause I think about the other thing,
than that one thought you call reality.
What if what you thought,
about who you think you thought you were,
was nothing more than illusion rapidly crumbling!
Azwethinkweism should be a topic we all can trust.
It's just too bad it makes your
head go zippitykrack @#$% dang!
So when donut boy comes sniffing around
trying to figure out something new,
you just laugh and say, "Pardon you,
I'm through some particles and
farcing through some folds.
I've stumbled upon a brain fart
which melts away your molds."
So I think upon that ponder
while I'm pondering the thought,
just thinking about the thinkweiz
is leaving me distraught.
Well I think I thought I saw an Azwethinkweiz,
lookin' like we think we do.
Like we think we do.
So what if you thought about the thinkweiz
was nothing like you think you are?
You'd probably more than likely be a
lookyloo lookin' like you think you do.
Like you think you do.

The poem describes how i think sometimes about life

a certain shade of green

"A Certain Shade Of Green"
-written by Incubus

A certain shade of green,
tell me, is that what you need?
All signs around say move ahead.
Could someone please explain to me your ever present
lack of speed?
Are your muscles bound by ropes?
Or do crutches cloud your day?
My sources say the road is clear,
and street signs point the way.
Are you gonna stand around till 2012 A.D.?
What are you waiting for,
A certain shade of green?
I think I grew a gray watching you procrastinate.
What are you waiting for,
A certain shade of green?
Would a written invitation
signed, "Choose now or lose it all,"
sedate your hesitation?
Or inflame and make you stall?
You've been raised in limitation,
but that glove never fit quite right.
The time has passed for hand-me-downs,
choose anew, please evolve,
take flight
What are you waiting for?
A written invitation?
A public declaration?
A private consolation?

The poem really speaks to me. I really need to take this advice and put it to action...but it's hard to start