It might sound crazy
But I need some space
It was bound to happen
But I’m drifting to a place
I call my special space
Where the world moves at my pace
All the grooves shape it just right
The clouds drape just low enough
To hide enough light
And my pen glides a cross this notebook
Like lightning
It’s been a while since I entered my space
The place I call my own
Where my emotions
Become a verbal potion
You could say I’m going through the motions
But my words paint a beautiful ocean
I’m the back ground
Like I said it might sound crazy
But around those parts
I’m where everything starts
My area to show my art
No one here to help me out so
I play Picasso
Oh so many works
Anything is possible
In fact in this space
I do the impossible
I’d give you a view
But the look on your face is skeptical
And clearly I need an intellectual
To understand this conceptual space
I call my own