A SMALL POTATO'S MIND

A small potato that can't make a choice A very unbalanced mind Even so, from the bottom of his heart, comes his want to begin He knows it all come true But can't paint the vision well Have both desire and inability Wrong to know it do this and that and get in trouble What to feel it be stopped and cry to get and laugh Sometimes he didn't want The strange balance of what he feels Wanting to stay that way Sometimes he wants This empty time that we don't feel Just a little while Wrong to know it do this and that and get in trouble What to feel it be stopped and cry to get and laugh Break apart every time it's felt Stain the hope to come with tears Break apart every time it's felt Stain the hope to come with tears Learned to smoke cooled his head Learned to drink speak the truth Take drugs get out of the dark and so on... Then after saving lot's of starch And the potato learned the difference Started growing buds started stretching roots Learned how to, learned what to Make up a small potato's mind Learned the road, learned the view, then start drawing ...Then the potatoes who decided the differences Grew sprouts Stretches roots ...Then the potatoes who decided the differences Grew sprouts Stretches roots Grew sprouts Stretches roots Grew sprouts Stretches roots