I am the crazy chicken who asked why.
I wonder if other worlds exist just outside the grasp of our tiny
imaginations.
I hear someone sighing in exasperation.
I see naked feet doing the funky chicken.
I want to be more under stood.
I am the crazy chicken who asked why.
I pretend I'm being waited for in an other world.
I fell the excitement of flying high above the heaviness that tends to be
my life
I worry that when I die, I will have been an old fogie.
I cry shoes run away to the dungeonus doom that is my closet.
I am the crazy chicken who asked why.
I understand that people can be ignorant fools.
I say you shouldn't care what other people think.
I dream of other world and people waiting for me.
I try my best to make people laugh.
I hope I'll never take myself too seriously.
I am the crazy chicken who asked why.