Sometimes
I wake tired
Of waiting all alone
Sometimes
The place I live
Doesn't feel like my home
So I close my eyes
And I let my mind roam

I envy
  The over
        Inflated
           Balloon
This really
        Isn't
     A big enough
          Room

Elated...
  The balloon
      Is free
   As I wish to be
      But nothing
Is truly
As it seems...

    I did it the favor
No one ever did me
   & put it out
Of its misery
      Bang!
All eyes on me...
  Sorry to ruin
Your surprise
     Party

I'm the prophet in my life
Nothing in my wallet
The only paper that I make
Holds the words of my sonnet
Nothing left but sense
Just the change in my pocket
Safe near my heart
Without a way to lock it
My style is poor
So who's gonna rob it
Yea my style is poor
But I'm gonna rock it
Cuz these words
Are all I own

When I can't buy what I want
I learn to live
With what I've got
Cuz happiness
Just can't be bought
It must be found
It must be sought
When I can't buy what I need
I learn I need the change
That's in my pocket
Change is all I need

I don't buy things on credit
I won't make that promise
My truth is my proof
I'm just trying to be honest
Flying high on life
Blazing tales like comets
You'll never be low
When life has you high on it
My style is poor
But I'm gonna rocket
Cuz the sky is where I fly

When I can't buy what I want
I learn to live
With what I've got
Cuz happiness
Just can't be bought
It must be found
It must be sought
When I can't buy what I need
I learn I need the change
That's in my pocket
Change is all I need