There are cartoons in my head, sir!
I promise you, it's true!
They bounce around my thoughts
and melt into anything I do.
I talk about them often,
when conversations stall
And even when they don't,
They're mentioned until asked to not bring them up at all.
I've said before to people, what it is I want to be -
An animator, I've mentioned,
or perhaps a voice actee.
Theatrics, I have pondered, or writing might just do,
but one thought I have pondered, and it leaves me here to stew:
If I took up science, could I take them from my brain,
Is such a thought unthinkable; am I clinically insane?
So, sir, that's why I tell you, I'm not sure what to do -
College used to seem so far away, and now I'm forced to choose...
Where I'll go and what path I'll take, and whether I'll survive.
But whatever I do sir, this I swear: Those cartoons are alive.