Pocketful of Poetry - Mindy Gledhill

I don't do well if I'm kept behind an office desk inside

it makes me lose my mind which wanders

endlessly where all the birds fly freely

with their silhouettes

in perfect symmetry

I've got a pocketful of poetry

I've got a head full of songs

a heart with wings

you couldn't me down to anything

and that's enough for me

I draw doodles of eccentric faces

in the margin spaces of important papers

then I hand them in with a comedic grin

you ask if I need help

oh, where do I begin?

I've got a pocketful of poetry

I've got a head full of songs

a heart with wings

you couldn't me down to anything

and that's enough for me

people are good, lovingly they tell me

do as you should, all will be well

they say life is a test, please give the best answer

"A" or "B" or "C"

pick one instantly

what if there's so much more to me?

I've got a pocketful of poetry

I've got a head full of songs

a heart with wings

you couldn't me down to anything

and that's enough for me