There's a little man
Inside my head
Who knits my thoughts together
He has a plan
To knit them good
To make a quilt of my mind
But he cannot stand
His quarters are cramped
Inside my petty head
I feel it when he gets frustrated
He shouts so loud
He shakes my bones
And he tears the quilt in two
I hear my ideas
Shredding apart
With each stitch he undoes
But it's okay
Because I understand
And I shout with the little man

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