My head is a book
Waiting to be read
If you would ever shut up
You'd have heard what I said

My head is a stomach
Waiting to be fed
I'm hungry for some answers
Knowledge is bread

My head is a maze
And I have lost my way
Instead of using logic
I try to climb the walls all day

My head is a song
With a beat that doesn't stay
The melodies are thick
And the harmonies are gray

My head is a vault
It keeps my thoughts locked tight
And all my rhyming metaphors
Are safe and out of sight