Getting Ahead Of Myself

As I've had my version of a Poetry Bus parked in my brain's garage nearly all week, I though I'd let it trundle forth - mostly because then I won't have to use my thinking cap too much for the rest of the day - I can leave everything to the Driver of the proper Poetry Bus to pick up all waiting passengers.

Confused? Let me help you!

It doesn't take much to make confusion reign,
for my brain has a habit of leaping
much faster to an end result
than the brain of the one who is speaking.

Now, sometimes that's me- more often another-
as an answer does tend to evolve
in less than a twinkling, as often as not,
to any old question we're trying to solve.

Then I see by the mystified look on their face
that my pal's in the dark, not the dawn,
whilst I have already completed the race
and am standing about with a yawn

till they reach a conclusion that's similar to mine,
though I've already got there in half of the time!