Pencils and Straws

This one about the freedom of expression, in the form of pencils and straws. That's right; you heard me.

Go crazy boy, let your expression bust the sky

Life, such a joy, when your depression is just passing by

Freedom is forever here, freedom is right now

When you sever with your fear, living in the wow

May your conscience be clear, your spirit always young

The presence now appears, the future just begun

You play to your own beat, your energy riding higher

Now say you are complete, your energy will never tire

May your arms not grow weak, your fingers not go raw

The mad drummer on the lead ... with pencils and straws

 

Yes – pencils and straws – that’s what I said

Breaking no laws, why use drumsticks instead?

No matter what you pick, you create some more rhythm

A finger, a pen, a stick – orchestrate your momentum

You choose your instrument; tap it on the nearest “drum”

We’ll know just what you meant, as you slap it just for fun

Oh you silly one, with the fidgety innocence so pure

Communication fully done … will be, in a sense, the cure

It’s what the artist sees; it’s what the prophets saw

Banging on shins, ankles and knees … with pencils and straws

 

So perform your part, and do all that you can

Fully and from the heart, even on that old trashcan

Free your self and soul, play everything full out

Be yourself, be bold, learn to twist and shout

Use whatever you need, whatever might be nearby

You just might succeed, when you give it the old college try

Soaring in your joy – with every session, you fly

Go crazy boy, let your expression bust the sky

You reveal as you choose, beyond any failures and flaws

How can you lose – with all those pencils and straws

All those pencils and straws