What's it like...in progress

I live inside my head Most times, and I have since I was two. how about you.
What’s it like In there? Under that hair? tell me what’s the weather like. Quiet and calm?
Like a Snowy lane Sun shines bright Snow goes away. Or stormy and gray One stays pale that way. What’s the tempo like in there Are you free to do as you like Away from the crush Of mean folk Hunger and affected mush? What kind of place is it In that storied noggin.
Is it as nice as I imagine Is there whiskey and gin Can you let your work go til you're ready to begin again Can you sing, can you dance, is there plenty of chance to play with your friends.
Or is someone hoggin all the fun.