It Doesn’t Exactly . . .

It started as a flow of words. It didn’t really go anywhere in particular, but it was a fun trip sort of . . . What was it about?

It Doesn’t Exactly . . .

It doesn’t exactly get me there,
But I’m not going anywhere.
So why, oh why, then should I care,
That it doesn’t exactly get me there.

I bought it from a man in town,
It was a bargain that I found.
He would not say just what it was,
But I wanted it just because.

I tried to figure what it was,
But it just left my head a-buzz.
Felt like a bee was in my brain,
It nearly left me there insane.

I showed it to a friend of mine,
But he was drinking too much wine.
He gave me no help on that day,
It doesn’t matter anyway.

I took it on a trip with me,
Went round the world and tried to see,
If there could be another one,
And would it bring me any fun.

Now it sits on my table top,
It will not start and will not stop.
It does not move nor make a sound.
So why’s my head still going round?

It doesn’t exactly get me there,
But I’m not going anywhere.
So why, oh why, then should I care,
That it doesn’t exactly get me there.

Do you have any idea what it could possible be? I’m looking for some answers here people. Help. Please?

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About Chuck

I am retired after a career in electronics and in publishing. Today, my wife of 50+ years, Sylvia, and I live in a house on a hill beside a dirt road in rural west Michigan. We enjoy living in this country environment where livestock and wild life out number the human population.

7 thoughts on “It Doesn’t Exactly . . .

  1. Hi friend.. Interesting post.. Nice blog work.. keep it up..
    will drop by your site often.. Do find time to visit my blog and post your comments..
    Have a great day.. Cheers!!!

  2. My guess is that you either bought a picture of a cyclone….or a box of vertigo.

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