I've been wasting my time looking for stock art
That maybe I could use to impress the world
When I could be doing somethng worth my while
Like reading a good book, or learning how to make omelette
Yet time never runs out, but they say it is limited
Like life that could fit in a clown car, because it is so short
I sometimes don't understand the things that they say
Because I am different, perhaps, or because they all think the same
Except me.