I Am Writing These Poems From Inside

At Night My Mind Does Not Much Care If What It Thinks Is Here Or There. It Tells Me Stories, It Invents And Makes Up Things That Don't Make Sense. I Do Not Know Why It Does This Stuff. The Real World Seems Quite Weird Enough.

You Don't Have To Shoot Me," Says The Young Lion. "i Will Be Your Rug And I Will Lie In Front Of Your Fireplace And I Won't Move A Muscle And You Can Sit On Me And Toast All The Marshmallows You Want. I Love Marshmallows.

If You're Behind The Times, They Won't Notice You. If You're Right In Tune With Them, You're No Better Than They Are, So They Won't Care Much For You. Be Just A Little Ahead Of Them.

The Bridge Will Only Take You Halfway There, To Those Mysterious Lands You Long To See. Through Gypsy Camps And Swirling Arab Fair, And Moonlit Woods Where Unicorns Run Free. So Come And Walk Awhile With Me And Share The Twisting Trails And Wondrous Worlds I've Known. But This Bridge Will Only Take You Halfway There. The Last Few Steps You Have To Take Alone.

If You're Nasty, I Won't Fight. If You're Rough, Well That's Just You. If You're Mean, That's Alright Too. Whatever You Are Is All Okay. I Don't Like You Anyway.