wouldn’t life be so easy?
going through the tracks of time
with an oversized eraser
a little swipe here
and a big swipe there
if the mind were like a chalkboard
i'd jump right in
and pound my eraser against it
leaving behind oversized
white rectangles of dust
living life more childlike
if the mind were like a chalkboard
every now and again
a fingernail would scratch
against the memories
etched in the black
of my overcrowded mind
if the mind were like a chalkboard
wouldn’t life be so easy?
i'd jump right in
and every now and again
i'd find a thought of you
and get out my oversized eraser