Over the wall, under the pane….
Lives a thought insane.

It lingers….                                                                                             
Lingers untill it gathers.

Gathers memories from the past…
And happenings at last.                             

Insane as I call it….                                                                           
It just does not manumit.

Its this thought that keeps me awake…                                        
reminding me of the worrying flake.

Its this thought that puts me to sleep…
when its time to dream in the sea so deep.