Drawings, doodles, thoughts, caboodles,
Let my hand and pen run astray,
Let the giants fly, and the flower die
And your soul wither and decay.
Let a light of happiness
Pierce the dark
And the bunnies happily hop and play,
Ink and paper, run amok,
Don’t wear a smock,
Let the stains wash your sins away.
For the kingdom of my mind,

Well, within? All I can say it is a
Neverending din.

Trumpets of philosophy, oboes of song and poem,
And for drawing and writing, I think I’ll pick trombone.
Let my orchestral head blair a cacophony
Very strange and crazy with many things to fear
Yet a chest of gold lies within,
everything more clear.