And play

Erich Fromm

I wander through the lonely streets to find
A shop where I can buy another mind
This mind I have I must have well abused
For I wrote mathematics with no clues.
Now I cannot understand my books
I want to see but I can only look
Why did I go wrong so  fast so soon
I ask the stars to watch me and resume
I wonder why there’s no door in our heads
So minds could be replaced while we’re abed.
But dreaming would be altered and undone
As soon as we sensed dawn had overrun
Soon it is he shortest day  of light
And winter  aggravates  with frost the longest night
Yet I have found wrist warmers are superb
Made of tin foil, boiled in dark green curds
My fingernails have grown again,how gay!
I’ll ask a man to dine with me and play