April 15th - Cotton wool

My head is often full of cotton wool.

When I can’t think straight,

Fuzzy, cloudy, stuffed up with thoughts that go nowhere.

Where is that clarity of mind?

As if in some half asleep state

Where I am filled with nagging mists

And I cannot concentrate.

Often I’m fine and the cotton wool’s gone.

A diversion, exciting things going on

Too busy to let the mind mist stay.

But then, quiet again..

My head is full of cotton wool

And that cotton wool is you.