I am a crooked man
Stranger than strange
I don't think in a straight way
Don't think I can change
My edges are jagged
But I have a smooth core
I appear rough in slant look
Up close you see more
My thoughts are full of fantasies
Logic full of holes
I can rarely stitch reality
Into a complete whole
There are times when I wander off
In my mind very far
I can't seem to return to the present
And struggle to reach my star
There are always strange things around
Bubbles of another world
Insects that come visit me
Flowers that unfurl
I can see the mysterious
In the blatantly plain
I find simple pleasure in staring at
What others think is pain
There's music in silence I hear
Silence in the notes
There's every color in white
Truth in every strokes
I wish I was not so crooked
Or the world a little more kind
I don't fit in the world of men
I live in my own mind
