some times I feel like van gogh but I like my ears
such maddening sadness and despair, over the years
have brought a drought to my tears
to the delight of the crowds that jeer

they are in my head.giggle with laughter
of course they wont appear, to take my spear
sometimes I feel like van gogh, but I like my ears

when the dawn breaks, as I gaze out the window
wondering what life to follow
lost in the sounds of natures music
too many versus to pick from, seems hectic
reality at times , slurred in colors so hollow
sometimes I feel like van gogh, but I like my ears

the left side of my mind, seems tortured
the right hears poetic melodies
flowing to the center, those constant spin my thoughts
to where I conclude
there will never be another like me
for all eternity
to finally extinguish the delighted crows laughter
and jeers
let it be known, I was once here