My worlds as follows listen close
A circus ball with curled in toes
an hour glass with sand to spare
a tiny man is caught in there
a tiny bird with guava skin
a tennis pro who's bound to win
a tiny gecko camped on cheek
my finger hurts from stopping leak
a lie or two it cannot harm
a bat no two are in my farm
my butterflies that bring me dew
some herbal tea one lump, nay two
Then hours in the sun rains down
as little planes with painted frowns
they find a runway on my neck
the clock strikes one with tick then teck
the mice find refuge in the rain
as those with wings find their restraint
the ground alive with umbrellas bright
smaller than a widows mite
while humpty dumpty slips and falls
and the drops turn into bouncy balls
a crazy punk just screams and shouts
and two twin orphans sit and pout
The man across the street sits down
and practices his smiley frown
while frogs perform their symphony
and this my friends, my world to be.
A circus ball with curled in toes
an hour glass with sand to spare
a tiny man is caught in there
a tiny bird with guava skin
a tennis pro who's bound to win
a tiny gecko camped on cheek
my finger hurts from stopping leak
a lie or two it cannot harm
a bat no two are in my farm
my butterflies that bring me dew
some herbal tea one lump, nay two
Then hours in the sun rains down
as little planes with painted frowns
they find a runway on my neck
the clock strikes one with tick then teck
the mice find refuge in the rain
as those with wings find their restraint
the ground alive with umbrellas bright
smaller than a widows mite
while humpty dumpty slips and falls
and the drops turn into bouncy balls
a crazy punk just screams and shouts
and two twin orphans sit and pout
The man across the street sits down
and practices his smiley frown
while frogs perform their symphony
and this my friends, my world to be.
Yeah, I imagine you guys are looking for an explanation. I am pretty sure I have restless leg syndrom, and one night I could not sleep for the life of me, there was just too much bunched up in my head. I wrote this and then fell asleep shortly after and in the morning I could barely remember I had written it. Strangely enough, most of the bizarre things have actual bearing in my life. For example:
An Hour Glass with sand to spare: Hour glasses are supposed to be perfect, the perfect number of grains of sand...something seems to be wrong with my hourglass...I'm still trying to measure the sand correctly.
A bat, no two are in my farm: There are things that I have that are wrong in my life, and as soon as I acknowledge that I find another...I can never be rid of the bats in my barn.
As those with wings find their restraint: Everyone knows you cannot fly in the rain. But who can think of something better than that? sometimes the challenge in this life is finding the restraint not to do something we desperately long to do because we know the consequences.
Anyways, those are just a few examples.
An Hour Glass with sand to spare: Hour glasses are supposed to be perfect, the perfect number of grains of sand...something seems to be wrong with my hourglass...I'm still trying to measure the sand correctly.
A bat, no two are in my farm: There are things that I have that are wrong in my life, and as soon as I acknowledge that I find another...I can never be rid of the bats in my barn.
As those with wings find their restraint: Everyone knows you cannot fly in the rain. But who can think of something better than that? sometimes the challenge in this life is finding the restraint not to do something we desperately long to do because we know the consequences.
Anyways, those are just a few examples.
haha, I love this one. Very Ed-esque :)
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