my drawing shack

I live in a shack
on the brim of a hat
bound together
by leather straps
my days in a draw
have compounded me with awe
for in my mind
i think there is more

but age is deceiving
being a few years young
these so called "heartstrings"
have yet to be strung
noose on my neck
i haven't been hung
an old braided rope
has yet to be done

but age on ages
dont effect the pages
that display the stages
that go around in my mind