I cannot truly comprehend the reason that I act this way
Nor can I really know why I say the things I say
I am but a man who stumbles with words I use to express
And I even have difficulty with the women I try to impress
But hidden in my round shaped head that loses too much hair
My thoughts are filled with visions of things that don’t exist out there
So people tolerate my childish pranks and jokes I often do
Just to catch a glimpse of excitement and the poetry I write for you
For while others may hate their lives or their how they spend their day
I relish my friends and the games we often play
Life is much too short to just grumble and complain
I prefer to forgo umbrellas and stand out in the rain
Poetry is but a song that plays to the audience of your heart
To make the world a better place I’ll surely do my part
