Pocketful of Poetry

I don't do well if I'm kept behind
An office desk inside
It makes me lose my mind
Which wonders endlessly
Where all the birds fly freely
With their silhouettes
In perfect symmetry

I've got a pocketful of poetry
I've got a head full of songs
A heart with wings
You couldn't tie me down to anything
And that's enough for me

I draw doodles of eccentric faces
In the margin spaces
Of important papers
Then I hand them in
With a comedic grin
You ask if I need help
Oh, where do I begin?

I've got a pocketful of poetry
I've got a head full of songs
A heart with wings
You couldn't tie me down to anything
And that's enough for me

People are good, loving, they tell me
Do as you should, all will be well they say
Life is a test, please give the best answer
A or B or C, pick one instantly
What if there's so much more to me?

I've got a pocketful of poetry
I've got a head full of songs
A heart with wings
You couldn't tie me down to anything
And that's enough for me

I've got a pocketful of poetry
I've got a head full of songs
A heart with wings
You couldn't tie me down to anything
And that's enough for me

I've got a pocketful of poetry
I've got a head full of songs
A heart with wings
You couldn't tie me down to anything
And that's enough for me