I don ' t do well if I ' m kept behind

This office desk inside

It makes me loose my mind

Which wanders endlessly

Where all the birds fly freely

With their silhouettes

In perfect symmetry

I got a pocketful of poetry

I ' ve got a head full of songs

A heart with wings

You couldn ' t tie me down to anything

And that ' s enough for me

I draw doodles of eccentric faces

In the margin spaces

Of important papers

Then I hand them in

With a comedic grin

They ask if I need help

Oh where do I begin

I got a pocketful of poetry

I ' ve got a head full of songs

A heart with wings

You couldn ' t tie me down to anything

And that ' s enough for me

People all good lovingly they tell me

Do as you should

All will be well they say

Life is a test please give the best answer

A or B or C pick one instantly

What if there ' s so much more to me

I got a pocketful of poetry

I ' ve got a head full of songs

A heart with wings

You couldn ' t tie me down to anything

And that ' s enough for me