I don’t do well if I’m kept behind This office desk inside It makes me loose my mind Which wanders endlessly Where all the birds fly freely With their silhouettes In perfect symmetry
I got a pocketful of poetry I’ve got a head full of songs A heart with wings You couldn’t tie me down to anything And that’s enough for me
I draw doodles of eccentric faces In the margin spaces Of important papers Then I hand them in With a comedic grin They ask if I need help Oh, where do I begin?
I got a pocketful of poetry I’ve got a head full of songs A heart with wings You couldn’t tie me down to anything And that’s enough for me
People all good lovingly they tell me Do as you should, all will be well, they say Life is a test, please give the best answer A or b or c, pick one instantly What if there’s so much more to me?
I got a pocketful of poetry I’ve got a head full of songs A heart with wings You couldn’t tie me down to anything And that’s enough for me
