I built my inner child a rocket so it could blast off to a pocket
Where it can frolic in fields with packets of hot chocolate
Kick it where the crickets only serenade and serve as barricades
So the habits of bunny rabbits can’t be heard from far away
Take a sip of the stuff cupid dips his arrows in
And grow a stupid grin
Get goofy, gooey, and dreamy
All romantic and steamy
Even if you’re by yourself!
Even if it is creepy!
Especially if it’s creepy!
Hope my love for fine art can help me find a counterpart
A sweetheart with street smarts who completes what she starts
Cus she seeks what sparks, and observes what’s frozen
Chooses to speak open while chewing on a toothpick in front of a fire
She’ll never leave me alone, even when not beside her
My inner child is a good-natured fool
A master of flight school
But for years the fear of stairs made the kid feel impaired
Don’t let the scare of scars from dares that arm hairs to stand on end
Dull down the flare
Give in to the core of a shapeless form
Make the love for yourself a part of the norm