It's the seventh time
I've heard this song
And I think it's likely
That I'm losing my mind

Re-ordering coat-hangers
Twiddling my thumbs
Getting distracted by
Shiny objects

All tell-tale signs
Of temporary insanity
At least, I hope it's
Only temporary

Finding solace in
Distant register beeps
Counting down nanoseconds
Its official – I've lost it

The plot is gone
Buried under winter knits
And bright lights
Goodbye sanity

Half lights
And closing calls
Ten minutes
'Till I am free