Sorry if I float too far,
I’m not aiming for par.
My Curiosity’s tuned like a radar—
hands in the dirt while I scan the stars.
I’m not lost, I'm out of range,
where real questions roam
I wondered why—
and they asked me why?
Talk about, caught up in the lie.
with no care to reply,
I turned to AI,
then notes turned to song
putting creativity where it belongs
no other way it could have dawned.

Some days I just ponder,
let my mind wander,
enjoy life’s wonders—
from the plants
to the thunder,
from the stars above
to what lies down under.

'Cause the mind is made to wonder,
and the body’s made to wander—
like a mobile transponder,
linking across ponds:
brunette to blondes,
kings to pawns,
sharks to prawns.
Signing out each night,
reporting in each dawn.

So, sorry if I float too far,
I’m not aiming for par.
Curiosity’s tuned like a radar—
why keep your head in the dirt,
when you can scan the stars.

Out of Range

A.I.O.U.