Riding shotgun on a random thought of creativity
jumping from cloud to cloud picking up pieces of proclivity
investments in fastidious thinking can only be a betterment to ones soul
and to others more often than not very displeasing
Round the world is too short a journey when the universe is so wide
I like to roam the infinity of my perilously inclined spiritual mind
havent held fast the the ideas of the last, changing ever a changling
so hungry for new foods for thought and inventing finite cusine
let the world be your oyster I have no taste for snot
I will instead partake of pleasures yet unheard of in your head
roving around from place to place delighting in the uniqueness of tastes
I will jump white clouds of vapourous thoughts and gasseous massess of concepts
I will revolve around a pretty useless thought and love it as much as
concrete conception because I find value in all things a place for everything
for every rule another one created for the new proven fool.
I wish you all as much happines as my wild rovings do riding shot gun
on random thoughts of creativity so that I may for an inkling entertain you.
Cheers SS!