I’m pretty sure my friends think I’m crazy

Wonder if any of em’ really understand me

I’ve always thought about big things like that

There’s always a day dream under my hat

Can’t stand a mess made by anyone but me

Though I’m the sloppiest person you ever will see

Always forgetting where I put my key

Still chase the waves in the sea

Used to be scared that my future is unpredictable

Now I tell myself my spirit is unsinkable

You’ll find me outside climbing my favorite tree

Screaming to the world “it’s great to be free.”

Solve me a riddle I’ll write you a rhyme

I know who I am most of the time

Neighbors shake their heads sipping their tea

Call me freakish, but hey, that’s me