I don't do well if I'm kept behind an office desk insideIt makes me lose my mind, which wanders endlesslyWhile all the birds fly freely with their silhouettes in perfect symmetryI've got a packet full of poetryI've got a head full of songs, a heart with wingsYou couldn't tie me down to anythingAnd that's enough for meI've got a packet full of poetryI've got a head full of songs, a heart with wingsYou couldn't tie me down to anythingAnd that's enough for meI draw duels of eccentric facesIn the margin spaces of important papersAnd I hand them in with a comedic grinYou ask if I need help or where do I beginI've got a packet full of poetryI've got a head full of songs, a heart with wingsYou couldn't tie me down to anythingAnd that's enough for mePeople are good, lovingly they tell meDo I too should or will be what they sayLife is a test, please give the best answerA, B, or C, pick one instantlyWhat if there's so much more to me?I've got a packet full of poetryI've got a head full of songs, a heart with wingsYou couldn't tie me down to anythingAnd that's enough for meI've got a packet full of poetryI've got a head full of songs, a heart with wingsYou couldn't tie me down to anythingAnd that's enough for meI've got a packet full of poetryI've got a head full of songs, a heart with wingsYou couldn't tie me down to anythingAnd that's enough for meI've got a packet full of poetryI've got a head full of songs, a heart with wingsYou couldn't tie me down to anythingAnd that's enough for mePacket full of poetryPacket full of poetryPacket full of poetryPacket full of poetry