[I couldn't find my pen today.]
I was a bit lost today.
I couldn't find my way.
I looked all around
But didn't recognize what I found.
I didn't see my things.
Nothing had that familiar ring.
And just at the back of my mind
I wondered if I'd ever get out of this bind.
I thought I had a bag,
But there was nothing but this rag.
And the cloth I thought was a sheet,
Was really some leaves at my feet.
I was getting rather distressed,
Until.. and I really must confess.
I looked at how I dressed.
And well, you've probably guessed the rest.
It was a dream.
"gah!" I let out with a scream.
[It was that kind of day.]