out of my head

what i am into
is what i am out of
when i am out of my head
and my mind it just rolls
down silvery streets
through cracks and around corners
so seldom massaged
the gutters so sparkly
when glistened over
with a fresh coat of me
my mind so insane
it laughs as it wobbles
and purrs so prickly
like a cat on hot tar
i look into the world
through the hole at the top
the kaleidescope of people
places, animals and emotions
splashing all about
in colorful patterns
they come together and fall apart
as i throw them on canvas
desperately so desperately
trying to keep them around
i dust off all the old ones
and try to wonder where i was
when the pallette was wet
and my mind a bit less wrinkled
thank god for the ear holes
to let out all the steam
i toot like a train
as i fly off the tracks
and soar in the sky
on a glider so pink
and look upon the green below
and try to remember
those less crazy days
however did i have fun
in the confines
of my own skull?