My head's an endless circle.
The depths of which, unknown,
To any man or child or beast,
My sanity condone.

My head contains no corners,
Beginnings, nor an end.
No pathways and no rabbit holes,
Escape is all pretend.

My head's an endless circle.
A tangled, twisting maze.
Of flying books and living words,
And tales on silver trays.

My head is full of paper.
Some plastic and some glass.
And birds and things that live in here,
Whatever comes to pass.

My head is full of wonders,
A miracle or two.
So come inside, I'd like to share,
Insanity with you.