sometimes i think of paper
and i ask it a favor
show me what to do
i don't have a clue
a simple piece of paper
more reflective than a mirror
they ask me how i cope
i just show them my notes
paper is my mind
floating over time
jumping between rhymes
sometimes i'd lie
and say that i'm fine
but never to paper
it never says later
always in the now
that's what it's about