'Inner Children, Babies, And The Occasional Criminal Lawer'
In my brain, a nursery I shush my fears with wet kisses A cotton candy world. In my head, a petting zoo A million people in and out My soul needs a "Do Not Touch" sign My inner child is forty five. A little boy, androgynous, Reminisces, wishing he could run Far away with me. My inner child is a criminal lawer Sentencing me to another day In a cotton candy world Nothing has to make sense I guess that's how I get along. When your psyche is such A terrible mess, I am a child in a grown up's palace In my tears, a sweetness A candy for the inner child Who would have it every day, A sweet sadness that is me Fed to that tiny dancer Residing in my candy house Written January 13th, 2002 © on Jan 13 2002 11:43 AM PST 10 • 0
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"In my brain, a nursery..."