My brain is like a chessboard 

Always thinking moves ahead 

I’ll never want to be ignored 

Even when I am dead 

 

My brain can solve a rubik cube 

And memorise a deck of cards 

I’ve nothing left at all to loose 

it’s written in the stars 

 

Friends often came and went 

But I really didn’t care 

As I was never present 

I simply wasn’t there 

 

So I’m sorry for being a recluse

And being so very strange 

I really know it’s no excuse 

But I don’t know how to change 

 

But I’ve got me decent puzzles 

That keeps me entertained

To cope with these troubles 

that’s my life…. explained