My words are rich, take em as food for thought, Poetry that's gleaming, I can never get enough. Going crazy on a mind trip, off, out on a quest, Calm and collected on the surface, but I'm a mess, on the inside, I'm still crooning so loudly, Yea, I'm freaking weird but I say it so proudly, Grew into a man from a little sonny boy, who used to play with dinosaurs and other funny toys. I found my snow white, we fit like hands and gloves, and winter and jackets, and happiness and love.