falling by the wayside but still looking around,
they know my eyes hardly ever graze the ground,
keeping my eyes open and keeping my dreams,
keeping on thinking all nature of things.
don't forget there's no leash law for imagination,
mine runs wild on the hunt for inspiration,
keeping its eyes open and keeping its dreams,
and keeping on singing the teasers it gleans.
and those teasers are teasers and I always want more,
those snippets are slipping right under the door,
the crack's never wide enough and I don't have the key
to unlock, to access, to quench my curiosity.