The keys were here. Where? Over there?
Were they right here? Yes right there.
I thought I dropped them on the stair.
Where? The chair? Yes. The chair there.
Well maybe they are in the drawer?
No, I always hang them behind the door.
I do not think you are actually sure.
Well help me look.
Isn't this your book?
I don't know I think I meant to read it.
It could be good but you do not need it.
Now? What was I looking for? The door?
Yes! But I still can't leave, without my keys.
Oh dear me! I'm trapped by key!
Did you drop them in the yard?
No, that's where I dropped my credit card.
Why is this always so very hard?
Did your brain get stung by a bee?
No, but now I cannot find my Id.
A key, an Id, a credit card,
simple things make life so hard.
You know it could be much worse,
you may have lost your new coach purse.
Wait that's it!- when I find that sack
I may place all of those items in the pack.
I'll store them safely in one place.
Organized, Ill dominate the human race!
But until each item I deftly find,
I remain a prisoner of my broken mind.