A Cure for Your Impending Madness

No wonder you’re fast losing your mind,

And a cure for this are desperate to find.

You can’t keep quiet even a moment mere,

Talking nonstop, isn’t that so, my dear?

On chattering how much time you squander!

Pause for a bit and on this please ponder.

Think of the energy that all day you waste

Talking when you needn’t, and in such haste,

Like a river in a great hurry, racing, in spate,

No wonder your mind's in this awful state!

Oh, how you blabber, on and on you go!

If you stop awhile, maybe this you’ll know:

That in silence the cure at last you may find

That you’re seeking for your troubled mind.

If you now speak only when you really must,

You’ll soon be much better, this I can trust.