Pack Rat

I pool the wool over my eyes
It takes me days and days to realize
Away in my mind, like a rat,
My thoughts I pack
They'll be falling like a freight train
From a track

So to keep from crashing I'll extract
My thoughts into a list so exact

I forget the words I'm writing down
(Fumbling like a sad, sad clown)
Even with the lessons learned
My mind ends up burnt
What I try doesn't tend to work