Simply Second Nature

A painter needs no reason to make a thing of art
Yes there no switch to stop and start the flow
A gardener has it's season, his green thumb and his heart
Don't ask a man why does your garden grow.

A poet sits for hours with words apon his tongue
He can not help to rhythm his doom and gloom.

So if you taste my flowers, your see that i'am a Mon
That certain group, that lucky troop for whom it's.

Simply Second Nature, to wish away the gray, to take licorice stick and make a dream
Yes there's no rhythm or reason
I was simply made this way, what's strange to you is nature to me.

It's Simply Second Nature to paint outside the lines, it's really is the way that I was born
You see i've been selective to create the unexpected
And make each day feel just like Christmas morn.

The castle toke a tassel and turned it on it's head, it isn't right or wrong it's what he felt
And dolly, even more some, would positively dread
Explaining why his hands of time should melt.

And me, I take sweet honey and make a taste for rows, what can I say it's simply what I do,
Some men make pots of money, there happy I spouse
But be grateful that for just a lucky few its.

Simply Second Nature, to see what isn't there, the mind is such a wonder to explore
And though some nights I dread, all the voices in my head, I rather be this way than be a boar.

It's Simply Second Nature, to dream of something new
To wake on fire and try to scup each day
It's no blessing, it's a curse! Wait, no Strike that, and Reverse
I wouldn't have it any another way.