I don’t really have a train of thought
That implies an orderly progression from one thought to the next
That’s kind of hard when your brain acts more like a coked-out raccoon
Running all over the place shouting ooh shiny
Picking up new thoughts every second
Abandoning the previous ones whenever something vaguely shiny appears
My brain is filled with scattered papers and half-baked ideas
Half started projects and abandoned hobbies litter the landscape
The scenery is chaotic and messy
It’s like a bomb went off inside of a bookstore
With my spirit animal the coked-out raccoon running around chittering and shouting ooh shiny
Picking up scraps of paper and scribbling words on them only to abandon them in a different place
I love my coked-out raccoon brain though
As scattered as they are he has some good thoughts
Though sometimes it is a little disconcerting jumping from one thought to the next
I wouldn’t trade my coked-out raccoon spirit animal for anything
He’s an old friend and we’ve worked out how to work together.
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