Nothing perplexes my mind,
except the nighttime ceiling
that has nothing but darkness in the unknown,
and in my dreams it has my mind painted up there,
beautiful like the stars through all of time,
and I always wish my dreams would come true

but they never do,
and this would be the exception,
to have my brains coating the wall,
but I can't because they showed me the one thing I could never do is paint