Natural Decline

The mind is always working The mind is always turning The mind is always working The mind is always turning Things over and over and over And over and over The upside the downside The inside the outside The sightside the blindside The wifeside the fightside There is no rest for your brother Pulleys are clinking Ropes are fraying Down to thread Maybe was made wrong Rubbing on the wrong thing Or is it just the natural decline Of a body sister The mind is always working Out ways to see The things I shouldn't see And have the things I shouldn't have I see the night sky as a jewelry store window And my mind is half a brick