"Zany Zone"
Reserved for myself as quiet as need be
Alone singing, keeping myself company
Turn the channel to two-thirty-three
Which isn’t really a channel, I see
There’s no noise to disturb my composure
Nobody to guide the risk of exposure
Still, vacant expressions tell where I am
I’m busy, hoping to be enlightened
Sitting with the window open
Been driving myself to soaken
Teaching myself these skills I hone
Dancing about in my zany zone
The heir to the throne
Whispers in a tone
You’re hearing things again
And I pretend
That I didn’t hear a voice
And I don’t have a choice
But to say, ideas I crave
Write them down to save (for later)
Bringing the being alive
Holding nothing inside
Written to be sun-dried
