What does it all mean
When status quo can’t be seen?
The differences are being made from off the beams
While this mad, mad world comes apart at the seams
I’m sorry I don’t take direction very well
My drummer leads a march not started by your bell
So I must inform you of what may seem a jagged pill
I never have and it seems I most certainly never will
Lines are not to denote the placement of colors on a page
Confinement within the boundaries can be likened to a cage
Dotted lines should only be cut and never ever signed upon
To this way of thinking, it is the artists that first catch on
Mindless drones will always follow the nearest border
What we need is a quick and effective cure for this disorder
Go outside and let the world give you reason to believe
Think outside the box and count the gifts you then receive
Remember that a blank page holds endless possibilities
While cleaning of the slate is meant to sharpen our abilities
Our need to fall in line has imprisoned freedom of expression
Cut away the dotted line and restore our most prized possession
So let me tell you what I think it all means
In this dominion of stick figure Kings and Queens
Lines may only be drawn if they are traced in grains of sand
Allowing the surf of creativity to wash them clean with gentle hand
JMC813 