Mind

Don’t mind my mind, it’s crazy in here.

Let me know when you want to disappear.

Things can get crazy, but crazy is fun.

But you might be dead when all is said and done.

For my mind is loud, but death is louder. 

But I need to block out all the noise.

My mind gets louder with every passing day.

Because their death keeps up till October days.

That’s why I love Halloween, death stops, then we joke about dying.

So don’t mind my mind, it’s loud in here.

Crazy and fun, but loud too.

Almost as loud as me and you. 

Shouting out loud, at odd times. 

Waking up neighbors, and keeping kids up with rhymes.

That is why I love October.

So everyone stays safe until then.