Williams works the rag, right though his brain, to remove all the crumbs and scum. Williams brain was full of silly things the world wanted him to know. Back and forth went the rag, for quite some time. Clearing the dregs and grime. Brain now clean of hidden things, it's time to sound the chime. Back to work Williams goes, With a ship and a hope, his art is all he knows. Because the beast in his brain never does sleep. Williams creates to keep himself sane.