At the root of insanity
Is having too much time on your hands
Too much time to think
Too much time to remember past hurts
And to wish things could be different.
Too much time spend alone,
Staring at these four walls
With too much time to think,
To remember past hurts
And to wish things were different.
Got to rid myself of this insanity
I'll busy myself with a flurry activities
And seek the companionship of others.
They'll tell me the time heals all wounds,
But now I'll still cry,
When I have too much time to think
And remember past hurts
Wishing things are different.
Jo A Witt (contemporary poet) copyright 1994
