• I straddle the fence between
    distinction and melody.
    Singing start struck parodies,
    I am exactly who I want to be.

    Last night, last week, or perhaps merely
    in my dreams,
    you said something civilized to me.
    Sorry, I didn't understand your make believe.

    Because I dance to the beat of my own kazoo,
    and dance, dance I certainly do.,
    without a care for him or her or you,
    I let the music take me away, and simply move.

    I'm not saying that this is the only way.
    Whatever works for you is okay,
    and my only advice is not to run away.

    Here I am and here I stay.
    Try to show me a new way to play,
    but the game is always, always the same.
    Eat, sleep, move, pray,
    and just continue to carve my own way.