Forget About It I find my mind is not quite right For cutting my beard for fear I might Do it wrong or else cut myself So I leave the razor on the shelf My mind not right though not quite wrong To know to let it go and go write I heard the voices in my head Forget about it is what they said Existentially sensibly Reminding me of my family Go and write a poem instead Let go so I go to get along With myself and we leave it there Let it grow long and be like my hair To write about it if I can I find my mind not quite right enough For less than existential stuff Essentially this late in the span Of an existential old man Persisting despite the dark for light Not right but not quite wrong tonight Steven Curtis Lance