Birth is innocence
Death is the truth you spent your life lying to achieve

The silly bit in between
...

                                                    ­               You tell me

When I was little
I burnt my thumb
trying to use a lighter

Now I’m bigger
And I have scars
on my knuckles

I swim amongst the many.

Churned amidst the chaos.

Blended in the crowd of Serifs,
Calibris and New Romans.
Strong-armed by the bold.
Submerged beneath the underlined.

But I will stand out...

If only you’d
keep me italicised.

If I give up today
I did it for me

Maybe because
It was too much to handle
Something other than me

And bed become
A friend to depend on and on