Some days my mind is too small for all my thoughts,

Struggling to hold them inside such a small box

I try to grab hold of them, but they wriggle away,

Like a hand full of minnows who just want to play

The moment I capture one, it smiles and gives me a wink

Then tricks me with shiny things and slides down the sink

Into my chest where it pounds and leaps for joy

Thoughts of my children, my girls and my boy

Or thoughts of work and all the responsibility there

Dreams of the countryside, and the freedom out there

Gone in a jiffy the thoughts flicker and fade out

Leaving me confused what it was all about