There's a little man inside my head
Shouting at me til his eyeballs go red
Keeping me guessing
Making me doubt
Making me feel like a flip-floppy trout
When I open my mouth, or my heart, so it seems
He launches right into his ludicrous screams
About how I'm wrong about this and then that
And then I retreat to my safety net, stat!
He sounds like he knows what he's talking about
With every blustery, blubbery shout
Spinning me round, all confused and adrift
Until I don't know any more of my gift
It's a crime that keeps going and getting committed
I'm sure a straightjacket he wants for me fitted
But now that I'm onto him, knowing his schemes
I simply remember, you can't yell at dreams
The road that's ahead may be bumpy and scary
But that's all ok, least i've lost that clown fairy
My head is less foggy, my senses alert
I'm ready, I think, to let go of the hurt
2 comments:
Now that's what I'm talkin bout! I LOVED this. Bravo, ET.
Nice work, ET! It kinda reminds me of something Dr.Suess would have written for us creative types who are prone to fits of self-doubt... And I mean that in the very best sense because I am a HUGE Dr. Seuss fan! Wonderful! Loved it!!!Give us more please!
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