In the tilt-a-whirl of his mind
Feeling the cold flavor,
He drank a Dr. Pepper with lunch
Maybe he’ll have another can tomorrow
When will he be ready?

In the traffic of his mind
He tasted the familiar music,
Listening to that warm hysteria
He sauntered through the halls of his high school
Passing by all the classes, teachers and memories
Possibly for the last time
One day he will be ready

In the pancakes of his mind
Touching that recognizable scent of his home
He jumped down from the last three steps of his stairs
Over and past the unnecessary plateaus
One day he will be ready for change

In the yacht of his mind
He tasted that sweet sound of the waves
washing the broken shoreline
He left his house and walked to the marina,
around the quiet of the town and through the concrete park
Maybe he will sail around the world
One day he will be ready

In the typhoon of his mind
Watching that common coldness of the air,
He studied for his physics test
One day he will be an engineer
One day he will be ready