My dreams are slightly bent and a little bilingual
Time and I... ARE NOT... the best of friends
Nor does this palette of words mix with the trends
And my language is clearly monolingual
~*~
I swing on the notes of your Pollyannaish songs
While dancing on the tip of a kitschy adversity
You'll find me chattering in patches of diversity
While picking up seashells using salad tongs
~*~
I'm confined to this world to write major things
Like lifetime experiences for my own haystack
Some are mere needles while others stare back
Yea, I'm upside down in this clutter of things
~*~
All is well, because my fella said so
Now, don't fret over my blue nails or bare feet,
Or me in my caddy on a one way street,
Cuz I'm high on life, and have places to go
