To a Tune My Thoughts are very Bad Today, I guess I shouldn't Think Them. My Thoughts are very Sad Today, I guess I could unthink 'em. I've been gone silent so long, It takes me time to weep, I've been gone so long, when I contact someone, They think that I'm a Creep, My Mind always tells me, I have no where left to go, My Dick always tells me, I have no seeds left to sow. There is a choice, Says the voice, A place where I can find rest. A sunken log I'll sleep under, A muddy place I'll nest, Cold and dark and damp it is, Muddy as all hell, I'll spend time with the Catfish, In the river, it is just as well. Dreams will go, And Dreams are Deep, And Dreams are a part of Sleep. I live now, and I lived before, and I slept without a peep, I see what is, I see what ain't I see a Shepherd's Sheep, I am alone. I am in the zone, And I will be here Forever I think Naught, I am Caught, And my Ankle has a Tether.