Verse 1
There's a lightning bolt tap‑dancing in the back of my mind,
Scribbling neon nonsense on whatever it can find.
My thoughts have loose screws and they rattle when I run —
But they spark like crazy, so I let 'em have their fun.
Chorus
It's a brainstorm circus in a soda‑pop can,
Fizzing up ideas till they overflow the plan.
I chase one down, another one flips —
Creativity's a roller coaster with no safety clips.
Verse 2
I've got half‑baked doodles staging tiny revolutions,
Glue sticks plotting chaos, offering "creative solutions."
My brain's a busy workshop with a door that won't stay shut —
Every time I try to focus, something else erupts.
Bridge
No tidy lines, no perfect frame,
Just sparks that zigzag, refusing to aim.
If it's weird, it's welcome — let it spin, let it shout,
That's what making things is all about.
Final Chorus
It's a brainstorm circus in a soda‑pop can,
Fizzing up ideas till they overflow the plan.
I chase one down, another one flips —
Creativity's a roller coaster with no safety clips.
End
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