I like the box that I am in.
I can call it home.
Transform it to a rocket ship.
Go to worlds unknown.
Turn it into a submarine.
Go down the ocean floor.
Take it out as a 4x4.
Explore the great outdoors.
Travel back to the past,
Or go to future time.
My box will always keep me safe
It's all i have...it's mine.
Who says I am a stranger
When you are stranger than me?
Define what is different.
Point out my abnormality.
Is it my appearance?
Is it the way I move?
It is what makes me unique.
It is just what I do.
Look at all these stereotypes.
Do I fall under 'strange'?
What's the measure for a stranger?
How is weirdness ranged?
Get to know me for a while.
Does that change your view?
Unusual from the start
Now is familiar to you.
Yum, Yum. It's so much fun!
A bowl of cereal and fresh milk abound.
Have some bread and jam, why not?
The day is great.
Don't mind the weight.
Have a pancake, one or two.
Drizzle the syrup, add some fruit.
Have some coffee, black for me.
A happy day it will be.
A floodgate has been opened in my mind.
Words continuously flowed out.
I fear that if I held it all in,
I'd burst.
I need to write.
I have to write,
So many ideas in me.
They prance around in my thoughts,
I'm starting to get a headache.
Even in sleep they invade my dreams.
A poem, a story, a song.
If only I could switch it off,
But I dread it would leave me blank.