Rumble to clean up the Jumble
Who needs sleepy bread
For tickling the excitement,
Who needs fuzzy chit-chat
For winking the taste of moment?
On bizarre thought,
You jump out of the window,
Make your own wings in the air
And break out from this hallucinating storm.
You will be ignored,
You will feel humble,
You will be tempted to leave,
But you continue your enchantment on this trumpet,
Eventually, your artistic persona glitters in rain
‘Tick-Tick’ will give you trigger
Then before you roar
You have to rumble to clean up the jumble!