Dan the Stickman
My name is Dan. I'm Dan the stickman I live with my Mom in her triangle blouse There’s a triangle roof over our one room house One day my friend Stan comes to play He comes up, says, hey man, let’s hang, man Play hangman (I’m always hangman) So I say not today, Stan Mom says, "But Dan, you love that game!" And I say, "Yeah, but there's a whole lot more to me And in my bones I know I'm supposed to be Completely free, casually, Taking on the world beyond what we can see, Can't you see? I'm not just any stencil Drawn in pencil; I’m a utensil for a bigger plan I'm taking a stand I'm dreaming of ascension To the world of three dimensions Mom says, "Dan, have you been drinking ink again?" I’ve got a distance in my wide eyes filled with longing She said, “Pick two.” Instead, I draw some lines in the empty space A perfect design in a perfect place And as my friends watch tic-tac-toe on t...
