Over thinking is explosive
But what is it that makes me tick?
Is it the clouds, the grass, the trees?
Nature's beauty that clicks and click
It inspires my art and turns my soul
The thing that keeps me young and whole
Again i ask, what is it that makes me tick?
Is it the sound of music?
Or the candle's wick?
Something nice and soothing but rapid and quick
My mind is a world of constant adventure
Always moving and thinking
A place to venture
Once more i question, what is it that makes me tick?
Its my thrill for life
My heartache, my blunder
My passion, my wonder
And of course life itself
The mystery of not knowing
But always hoping.