In the event
That I shouldn't recover...
A Lot of people like to think that I'm the crazy...
I think I just have a different outlook on life...
Inside of this huge mug I call my world
I am the size of a small bug...
Spoken thoughts
An untapped mind...
Oh!
The sky is grey and the grass is red...
Without shedding tears
my soul would not wear a dress...
Banish these boats;
there is no room in my harbor...
September always arrives
with a sense of dreary...
I try to stretch my thoughts
like mozzarella in a grill...
How can I forget the smell of fall
picking apples from high branches...
On one planet or another,
you once told me...
To the people who cast demons-
May your words travel...