Untethered, wild, mad My thoughts drown in the dark or are drawn to the stars Ocean floor or the skies above I look for little cracks to pull it all apart I don't color inside the lines It's smudges and torn pages I don't fit inside a box It's dissent and sand storms I will tear your multiple choice papers Darling, I make up my own tests I will risk everything, put my life on the line, fall into an abyss if I have to Just so that I can be me Untethered, wild, mad Not elegant, not coherent, not always sensible All that's left of me are my thoughts Sit beside me and I will listen to you battling it I will play the trumpet of victory if your thoughts are sharp enough to cut mine Don't waste a boundary line around me I carve doors on the edges Don't build a box for safety I want to burn it all Don't make my options your business I don't play by the rules Untethered, wild, mad All that's left of me are my thoughts