Silly I (for those who’ve not read part I)
I still feel so silly

I still feel like a fool

I still lie in the thought pot

I still wonder at the pool.


I still wonder at the pool

I dunno if I’d ever scream

I wonder how I’m bearing

the heat of the steam.


The heat of the steam

that’s intensifying with each passing day

I’m waiting for the pot to burst

I’m waiting to find a way.


I’m waiting to find a way

outta the thought pot

I wonder if I’d stroll out

I wonder if I’d trot.


I wonder if I’d trot

and end up in another pool

I wonder at this thoughtfulness

and the thoughtful journey of a fool.