My head is a hot air balloon in the sky.
On the paper wings of poetry I fly.
I’m a fool and a freak, I don’t deny.
If you ask me I’ll tell you I don’t know why.
I don’t tell the truth, nor do I lie,
For no words at all belong to the eye.
I want to see the angels before I die.
Seeing is my favorite way to get high.
I can’t sing, but I will until my throat is dry.
I’ll dance until they know me as “that guy.”
When I’m lonely I like to pretend I’m a spy.
Sometimes the secret to life is to cry.
My failures are all the reasons I try.
I’ve always been bad at saying goodbye.