Welcome 
To the mind 
Of the self conscious
Introvert 
Everyone around 
Seems to have 
Personality 
While she escapes 
From reality 
With her imagination 
Only if people could see 
Where her vivid imagination
Takes her 
maybe they would be happy
Instead of finding 
Ways 
Of outdoing each other 
Back in the days where 
Kids play hopscotch 
Drew masterpieces 
With chalk 
And ran home 
Before the street lights 
Turned on 
Because their parents 
Were loud enough 
For the neighborhood 
To hear what went on 
In their home 
That's where I 
Started to find 
An escape route 
Of the sudden changes 
In life 
I made a chalk zone 
Out of colored pencils 
Because crayons 
Made me fall asleep 
My creations were too 
Advance 
For some adult 
To understand my 
Code name 
But the kids next door 
Understood every acronym 
These letters inspired 
Many kids 
Making them 
Run into sesame street
Wanting to learn 
And have fun with the original 
Muppets 
This parade continued 
Into a place called fraglerock 
This is where people sang 
And could never shut up
But I loved the jubilance 
Of what was going on 
I started to stop going into 
Chalk zone 
And started to read 
In between the lions
Reality started to look
Fuzzy 
To me since I've 
Been daydreaming 
Of the good years 
I was a super hero 
Who didn't care 
That my appearance 
Would make my 
Enemies laugh 
Because I have that 
Goofy flow 
Donald duck temper 
And a heart like Mickey 
So I made sure the games 
Pete would play 
Would continue 
To be entertaining 
And fun 
For the both of us 
Where I could take 
The both of us 
To a place
We have 
Never been 
Where kids could 
Be kids 
And have a wonderland 
Full of mystery 
I think we should call it
Neverland 
Where all good things 
Ever go bad 
And no one is ever sad 
But I intervened 
With these ideas 
For kids 
If we only allow 
One kind of feeling 
What are we feeding
Their minds 
To placate ways 
To avoid 
Accepting the realities 
Of reality 
Where the original
Philosophies of a good show 
Died with Walt Disney 
I can't bear to witness 
Kids with broken homes
Coming home 
To watch
Something lost
In the mist that can never 
Be found 
Where is our lighthouse 
Has it fallen 
To the ground 
Everything that was hidden 
In the dark 
Are coming out like monsters 
Incorporated 
Ahh real scary monsters 
Have taken over 
And the remote 
Doesn't control anything hear
Goosebumps have formed 
From the terrors here 
Where is that strip that separated
The night life 
From what I see here 
I see a light 
And it has landed me 
In some tiny toons adventures 
This is what I hope to see 
In my nieces and nephews 
But sadly this wasn't true 
They couldn't see the possible
Because the impossible 
Withheld the truth 
To suit itself in a 
Suit and tie 
To make a business
Off of my escape
Got me like 
A pup named 
Scooby doo
Solving mysteries 
Ever since the age of two 
Like numbuh two 
Off of code name kids 
Next door 
Exploring the roots 
Of my culture 
In tree house 
That resembled 
The family ties 
Between a generation 
Were always going to battle 
The aging process 
But never lose ourselves 
In the process 
So here's the manual 
To eternal youth 
Remember your inner child 
And remember what you used 
To do 
And what you dreamed of doing 
And that my friend will 
You to your fountain 
Where the elixir will be 
There waiting for you 
With her Carmel complexion 
Blonde hair 
And unique fashion sense 
Know that there 
Is a special krabby patty 
Waiting for all us 
When we are hungry 
For adventure 
A sense of rocket power 
Will keep you motivated 
To keep moving 
Because someone will
See your motives 
And be inspired 
To make a hit tv series 
About your generation 
Since giving credit 
Individually would 
Be too much 
I made sure the messages 
Behind the episodes 
Speaks louder 
Than words 
And that in my world 
Everyone is a precious 
Boy and girl 
So I'll take this
Time out to make 
This shout out 
Thank you Nickelodeon 
For making doug 
Because without cuz 
I don't know 
How I would make it 
Without understanding 
The introvert personality 
From an cartoon 
Perspective in the land 
Of blufflington 
Where lies were circulated 
And my subconscious 
Was penetrated 
To understand 
Other people 
But at a lost to myself 
My journey continues 
To find myself