I take a knot inside my head
Out to see what’s left instead
A jumble of words
And tied-up thoughts,
But to know what’s there
Is all for naught
For only I can truly see
What the world
Could really be
In my vast imagination.
It’s a pain
It really is
To see the beauty up in there
Wrapped up in confusion’s stare
And unable to explain.
All the knots inside my brain
Will always there remain,
For I, a simple dreamer, fair
May never get the chance to share.
I can never fully put my thoughts and imaginings into perfect sense, the way that I think of and see them, so they remain jumbles of string inside my head