Wild n' picky structured
In mind and in body

Not here

Not there

No heart so big
That I can bear

Personality is a banality

We all have to live with

When the clock rings
And the pen falls
Onto white page the
Mind must begin to crawl

The wait is the worst
The ***** is there sometimes
Making matters better and
Worse

Beating hands like
One thousand and one hearts

Memories turn to flashes
Of hindsight brilliance

When I was young
I felt old

And when I grow old
I shall carry around
A plastic

Black ink gun