A Fool on Rooms

What would you charge for a fool?

Would you digress to break the rules?

In a waiting line we found we were sane

Now we’re jumping planes

I’m insane and I’m mental

Outside of the room

If I seem to lose my cool

I’ll blame the temperature of the room

As I speak you’ll jot all of this down

Now we’re writing plays

I’m alive and eternal

Outside of the room

Someone else has made the move

To take control of making moods

I've been riding this body all day, every day

I’m on a one way, no way, someday

Free to be nocturnal

Within my own room