My own state of mind

Sometimes I can't see

Sometimes I see, but forget

Sometimes I need to forget,

then lament why I am so.

But how to regulate what you can't see?

The blind leading the blind

off a cliff,

and in to traffic.

How many litmus rolls will fit in my backpack.

And will I get carried away by the tide before I use them?

Maybe it's safer to hide up in my treehouse

The zombies can't get me here.