I wrote you a letter and took it to bed To ponder upon all the words that I said Some of them sank like the heaviest lead And I started to doubt whether they should be read A hot pursuit broke out while I tread I thought I'd be running until I was dead But when I inhaled the scent of their bread I stopped pressing onward and ate them instead My mind began racing, so quickly it sped Causing a halo of smoke overhead I realized the ink from the pen never bled The letter I wrote was all in my head