too mousy to get back in my body (how did I once advise the world)

Like a mouse scurrying along a string

taunt from one highrise building to another

I am in bed willing my brain to just stop

long enough I can feel my legs once again.

Don't look down! Get to the other side!

Thank God for me tail to keep balance.

Those days when my youthful hubris knew everything-

I miss that - What everyone should eat and do,

who should be President, the good guy in every war. 

How my brain got fuzzy as my fur I'm unsure.

Perhaps humbled? Proved wrong too many times?

Now, I'm too hesitant to know what's right for myself.

Much less what's right for others.