The blank screen a canvas
For my scrambling thought
Black text is life brought
The blinking cursor
a precursor to what is next
Often times
These winding rhymes can leave me vexed
But still I pine on every line
Leaning over curving my spine
Squinting eyes open heart
Carefully creating every part
Til I feel that I am through
These words are all that I can give to you
Though they are for me you can have them too