Draw for your story a map,
And follow it through to the tail.
If you do not miss a trail,
You will have a beautiful story to say,
At the end of the map.
With such small hands,
I find it difficult to hold my feelings,
too big and bold to fit,
like a bear in a cage.
My knuckles white with this tension
Foolish words scratching,
fighting, and biting at my lips,
threatening to be born.
......
Blindness is proven and so now I write.
The issues disproving my given plight.
Eyes, the sight, that can't be controlled
The wavering future that might yet unfold
When the seductive she-devil creeps
I know that objectively sanity seeps
through the cracks and that it'll find
The path that'll be a trick for my mind
......
Draw for your story a map,
And follow it through to the tail.
If you do not miss a trail,
You will have a beautiful story to say,
At the end of the map.
With such small hands,
I find it difficult to hold my feelings,
too big and bold to fit,
like a bear in a cage.
My knuckles white with this tension
Foolish words scratching,
fighting, and biting at my lips,
threatening to be born.
......
Blindness is proven and so now I write.
The issues disproving my given plight.
Eyes, the sight, that can't be controlled
The wavering future that might yet unfold
When the seductive she-devil creeps
I know that objectively sanity seeps
through the cracks and that it'll find
The path that'll be a trick for my mind
......