heart is searching for the answers when it should be the brain doing the work feelings of a grown wanting man but a child's mind reaching thru the murk
rainbow's colors blinding the naked eye living in a dreamscape of the future throat goes desert dry as I begin to cry in this grown up game of tug-of-war
like curious George wanting to know swinging on this vine of aching love questions should I stay should I go looking up but nothing from above
never wanting to cause a bit of pain looking for a sunbeam through the rain I must be crazy have I gone insane rose sunglasses and a pearl white cane
this piece of work cannot explain the consequences that come to mind if I do this wrong can I do this right feeling like a man thinking like a child