Pay no attention to me.
I'll just sit back here,
And continue to pull all the strings.
The world's a complicated place,
And Mama didn't raise a fool,
So go on and do your living
Within the lines and rules.
As for me,
I see my path,
A doodle sprawling out.
Coloring outside the lines
Creates an interesting pic no doubt.
But the world isn't ready yet
For my personal kind of art,
And if I were to subject myself
I just might fall apart.
We have a habit
Of writing off
The brilliant and unique.
We label them "bizarre" and "odd"
And disregard what they think.
I would rather wait and bide my time
With a mask upon my face
And get the work I have here done
Than be elbowed into place.
As much or more
Can be achieved
From working behind the scenes,
And it's a role far more secure
Than to be in the midst of things.