My crazy ideas have not run dry.  
Mirror warped clearly, see a cracked shell.  
Even though my brain is being fried.  
 
Looked for those people who would buy.  
Hope to hope, that this solution sells.  
My crazy ideas have not run dry.  
 
Talking fast though honeyed lips, was sly.  
The sun beats down, from above, though the well.  
Even though my brain is being fried.  

Bargain accepted, the exchange made nigh. 
Continued my decent into hell.  
My crazy ideas have not run dry.  

Dig, dig, will I ever see the sky?  
This thought now, I can not dwell.  
Even though my brain is being fried.  

Water bursts though the rock with a swell.  
The people cheer for the completed well.  
Proving my ideas have not run dry.  
Maybe my old brain isn't so fried?