I find myself drawn
To the minds unhinged
The ones that contain beautiful things
The ones that were fired
By years of study or observation of wild things
And cracked in the kiln
In the lab, literature, or best by far, out of doors.
I find myself drawn
To the minds unhinged
The ones that contain beautiful things
The ones that were fired
By years of study or observation of wild things
And cracked in the kiln
In the lab, literature, or best by far, out of doors.