Fixing A Hole

I’m fixing a hole where the rain gets in and

stops my mind from wandering where it will– go

I’m filling the cracks that ran through the door and

kept my mind from wandering where it will — go And it

really doesn’t matter if I’m wrong I’m right, where I belong

I’m right where I belong

See the people standing there who disagree and never win and

wonder why they don’t get in my door

I’m painting the room in a colorful way and

when my mind from wandering, where it will go And it

really doesn’t matter if I’m wrong I’m right, where I belong

I’m right where I belong

Silly people run around who worry me and never ask me

why they don’t get past my door

I’m taking the time to do a number of things that weren’t important

yesterday and I still go